Lunch Bucket Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
Lunch Bucket
Lunch bucket on the kitchen counter
They closed the plant
Jobs sent over seas for cheap labor
Now they blame it on the workers
They blame it on the laid off
They bust unions, call people lazy
They take away benefits
They protect the rich that shipped the jobs
He looks at his kid’s pictures
Daughter in seventh grade
His son turning nine
What am I going to do without healthcare?
Can I find another job with benefits?
The right-wingers are fighting healthcare
He feels the anger of a country loosing dreams
His lunch bucket has a name not a number
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4/19/2024 3:45:53 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Turn the bucket upside down And where it was made will be found. China or some other place. And you chose this one to replace The old one that was made right here Heavy hinges, handles and latch to stand up to wear. On the shiny surface, a face appears It's yours that is now shedding tears Greedy capitalist often get the blame But willing to pay a bit less is often the same. Buy US made if you can But likely the product will be made in Mexico, China or Japan. Look about your humble abode Filled with purchase from the import lode. We've all sold our souls to the devil it appears And now will have to pay even tho the account's in arrears.