I am running out of time. I am losing my mind.
Standing in this unemployment line. The electric
bill is due, no I am not fine! I don't have a dime.
The refrigerator's empty. Bill collectors are
threatening to come and get me. No one has any
patience or sympathy. Imagine living in a house
with children with no electricity.
I flip through the newspaper's classified pages,
knowing that whatever I receive will be of the
lowest wages. The government is breaking down
our earned benefits into stages. I feel weightless
in a world of heavy burdens. Does my senator
or congressman even know that I'm hurting?!
Fumbling through the lint in my pocket. I am
the target of judgmental eyes. Having no money
leaves me paralyzed. What kind of plan can
these politicians devise? Factory after factory
continue to downsize. Escaping taxes as they
move to Mexico, telling their former employees
I stand behind professors, teachers, carpenters,
dishwashers, social works time after time. I am
feeling defeated in this unemployment line.
© Christopher D. Sims
October 8th, 2011