when work extra shifts sought out overtime
will not pay all the bills we know that minimum
wages are noose inhumane set squeezed too low
thus when a ghost from a founding father era rang...
loud the liberty bell oppressed blue collar workers
from lame duck Obama setting sun contemporary
today did not run for minute man [guns Obama hates]
workers too busy to respond were another shift busy...
struggling bravely courageously to get a little further
behind before bank reposition eviction cast them out
onto chill cruel streets unable to pay inflated mortages...
American workers were now deaf to liberty bell ringing
dreams soiled in corruption wash job layoffs sold overseas
America was sold from within betrayed by CEO lifestyles...
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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