A Piece Of Opinion For The 99% Occupy Poem by Efren Petalver Carranza

The selfish-rich may not see or understand
How a man reaches the depth of his pocket
Fiddles these coins on the palm of his hand
And looks for grace of his hunger and thirst

Passers may have doubts how he’d become
The resident on the aisle of city’s sidewalks
As he lays on a cardboard box as his home
Others think he’s a “stench” by media’s talks

Listen to this country’s expenses to others
But not for those who once paid their taxes
Like parents supporting sons of their brothers
And not for their children’s future and success

Companies that outsource jobs to “La-Lands”
Care nothing about workers but high profits
Not knowing they cannot buy their products
If unemployment keeps rising to the highest

“You” talk about education to gain a position
But in favor of closing schools of your nation
While these children’s ambitions in jeopardy
“You” got the guts to hire from other country

He lost his job; he lost his car, then his house
His fame, families and now in grade of shame
Whether to stay in the peril of cold as mouse
Or a dog raking leftovers that you can’t tame

Yes! You can’t tame a man you can’t bail out
For he alone can only make the best for him
Yet how can he be when skills are fading out
And no one is appeasing his battered dream