blue collar Joe,
he's standing in line...
aint no trains to hop,
aint no trucks to pop...
he's standing in line,
for a handout, and a hand up....
he made your furniture,
he made your cars.
he wove your cloth....
he made boxes and tools,
he worked your steel.
he made just the right parts
for the right time.....
now you dont need him
to make anything anymore...
cheaper, more profitable,
to ship from overseas....
so he's standing in line....
a line going nowhere!
I especially like the simple pathos and elemental sad truth of this poem. Lines of corporate profit quests, equating to policies of cheap off shore sweat shop labour, silencing mega domestic factories, has doomed a giant economy, millions of proud loyal blue collar workers; to long lines of shame and economic sorrow, reaped in massive industrial recession, as the bell tolls consequences of blind corporate greed. I wrote another version of a different blue collar peril back in March 2000, 'An Early Retirement' of a different kind.10+ Eric
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Off Shore Sweat pathos pity poverty lines of corporate profit quests equating to policies of cheap off shore sweat shop labour silencing mega domestic factories stillness doomed giant economy millions of proud loyal blue collar workers sentenced shuffled to long lines of shame ghost economic sorrow in massive reaped industrial recession as the bell tolls grave consequences of blind corporate greed Inspired by the poem ‘Blue Collar Joe’ by Eric Cockrell Copyright © Terence George Craddock