You blame the unions,
You blame the American worker,
Moving your plants overseas.
~
You say we want too much.
Is a decent quality of life too much,
A living wage to raise our families.
~
You take no blame on yourself,
Your greedy shareholders,
Gnarled hands outstretched,
Grasping for a greater piece of the pie.
~
You cry, profits are down;
Consumers aren’t buying!
You take our jobs away
Giving them to those in the third world.
~
No job, no money, no spending,
Where is your logic?
You ask for more from us
Giving us less for our labors,
Yet our bleeding is still not enough.
~
Our blood, our sweat means nothing,
No longer are we people,
No longer do you show us loyalty.
~
Profits reign king in your corrupt world
And we are merely paupers,
Struggling in your greed poisoned kingdom.
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 
There is a lot of truth in this poem. I liked it a lot.
Thank you Cody, I just think our version of capitalism is making the American worker union or not, expendable all for the sake of profit.
really enjoyed this one Dom
Thank you TJ.
It’s a tough state of affairs. I actually really like this write. Felt very honest and personal.
It most certainly is. With some arrogance, America thinks it’s version of capitalism is the best, but the costs of it are on the backs of the American worker and not in a good way. It is difficult to raise a family when you are among the longtime unemployed and your job has been shipped overseas. I feel fortunate that I have not suffered from this personally, but I know people that have and it is a terrible thing. Thank you for reading and commenting on my poem, I really do appreciate it.
Strong voice. Great :-)
Thank you very much. :)
You are most welcome, Dom :-)