Poem For the Working Class
In the cold
they do their work
The work is of utmost importance
Buildings, churches, synagogues and parks
all exsist due to the sweat and blood of the workers
They must continue to do their work
So the city will be safe and strong
Fantasy has its place
But sometimes we should write
of the stark truth
Even if it ruffles a few feathers
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2013
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