Blue Collar Dreams Poem by Ridge Dillard

The months are long
And years eternal
When you live life
Day to day
When you can’t lead it
Your way
When it isn’t
Your game to play
You’re just a pawn
It’s all the same
The thought of future
Shines a dark tint
The reality of this abyss
Will not relent
My empathy is spent
I’ve spent my last cent
My ironclad will meets flint
Sparking the fire
Of burning desire
America simmers
As I aspire
To be one
with wealthy cut-throats
And liars
The most elite
The force which defeats
Blue collar dreams