The working class through the nose pay
For rising prices prices every day
Their savings diminished bit by bit
Need a consumer's advocate
The dollar now is worth a cent
It's sunk as low as drowned cement
The cost of butter has gone sky high
So now their toast is eaten dry
How do parents explain to kids
Why their goodies they must forbid
Children of our once proud nation
Can't quite reckon this thing, inflation
Whatever happened to the American scheme
Of working hard for the American dream
To the working guy who's missed the boat
The American dream now seems remote
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I would like to translate this poem
Everything does appear to be very grey right now. Our children can learn a lot when times are tough. Stanley- in all your years, is this the worst of times? This poem is very important. Are we near the death of the American dream? A ten.