Essential Worker, a poem.

We…..

….get up before dawn,

eat, shower and take mass transit

to work, if we are lucky….

We….

cannot work in the safety of our homes,

Working for the minimum wage.

No hazard pay or wealth incentives or

federal/state support,

always exposed to Covid_19.

We could die leaving our families and estates

poorer for patriotism?

We work because we are poor, entrapped.

They pat us on the back,

and two weeks later we die,

then our wives and husbands in another two weeks….

….to support a society that miss treat us.

That is the good old United States of America.

Where we are not free….

Published by Eugene Hardy

Learning how to be a better human being through poetry, prose and my journal. Still working on a better life in San Diego, CA..... Truth is, I am just another human among eight billion other folks on planet Earth. I've been told that my poetry is dark. I practice poetry.

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