The rich need the less rich
to oil their lives like soundless hinges
and do the jobs they would not want to do.
The poor need the less poor
to make the jobs for them to do
While those in the middle
have aspirations; work hard;
love their kids; and sometimes
feel warm glow of gratitude
for being safe and middling.
Then when times are tough…
perhaps it’s time for charity
and co-dependence
and some noble human impulse
that’s social without the ’ism
that scares the hell out of some folks
so don’t take it out
on the President;
America is you.
Co-dependence.
Like when they first
came off the boat
that passed the Statue
with a cry of hope
in many colours.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem