by Elise Vinter

Created on: February 12, 2009

Hollow eyes follow you
As you traipse through our land
We're only trying to survive
But you'd never understand

You avert your uneasy gaze
And try to close your mind
But in this petty world of ours,
We've been condemned by the blind.

Susan was a nighttime nurse
She held vigil for the sick
She stares at you hands outstretched
She knows what makes you tick

Randy worked a factory job
Piecing our cars at Ford
Now he shivers, all in tears
And cries out to our Lord

None of us asked for this
No one wants to fall
With solace only at bottle bottom
The money makes us crawl

Crawl, for a better future
Beg for our salvation
Instead, we reach and grasp
Hunger and emancipation

Someday the world may know
With effort the world will try
At least, we hold some hope in this
Though likely, many more will die

But seek our dear watcher
As we look to struggle through
Please, alleviate our damnation
For someday it could be you

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