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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

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Timothy Hicks

Date: 6/5/2013 11:58:00 PM

These people always seem to be neglected and put aside, when in fact they are the ones that keep the ball a'rolling. My dad has been in construction for over thirty years, it's no easy task. For me the majority of poetry is more interesting when it portrays real life and real struggles... awesome free-verse!

Joe Maverick

Date: 5/28/2013 3:04:00 PM

Oh yes Matthew.. Now that is poetry." this write echoes with the Cathedral of sounds the stalwart workers generate.." the stunning silence that repeats not their names; yet they have imbued themselves into the Most magnificent structures in the world..!

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 5/22/2013 10:09:00 AM

yes, the working class does so much for us and gets little credit. and they will be needed to rebuild Oklahoma as well. Good one. Chapbooks on their way!

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 5/21/2013 7:16:00 AM

- Something to think about .... things that we normally might not thinking so much on - people who provide much of themselves. - A very good poem, Matthew. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)