Relinquish Those Jobs
You rock ‘n roll heads, country bumpkins and sillies
Trying to intimidate us into living your life path
It is hilarious to us, so we laugh open mouthed
Using shame we cannot feel, for we do not feel anymore
We are dying in your staid tunnels and ditches
Not you dinosaurs, you still hold onto jobs we need
The eighteen year olds of your time were sent as fodder
to die in rice paddies and swamps in Viet Nam. Sure.
But we are dying here, as you parade around in your pearls.
With your stocks and bonds, and fourteen karat chains.
You are all about obtaining things, while we cleave onto people
Your advice is worthless to us; we are the unemployable
Because you are keeping all of the jobs……………….selfishly.
We are not your enemy or your combatants, merely people.
We would like to run away in vans with painted flowers
We would like Woodstock to happen with yellow smiling faces.
We would readily wear our love beads, and our hair your way.
We admire your love for materialism but when is it our turn?
Relinquish the jobs. You have worked too long already.
It is our turn. You are enjoying what we have never experienced.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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