The Proletariat

by | Apr 3, 2021 | Political

No buildings known as Chrysler
Nor towers known as Sears
Just small jobs we’ve been doing
In our communities for years

A force we are collectively
Spending nickels, also dimes
Raising industries to greatness
With no thought of our demise

Now that Coca Cola*
Has the market share
Little forethought of our part
Seems little do they care

We’ve voted with our dollars
Seems the dollars we have spent
Became fodder for extortion
Laws not broken; only bent.

Your thought to penalize
Defies the Bill of Rights
Soils our right to happiness
Puts us at the edge of flight

We’ve watch as other countries
Would chose to do US harm
Piped into our living rooms
Cause for great alarm

You tell us it’s the terrorists
We fight on foreign soil
But your actions, now, against us
Puts our minds to toil!!

Its psychological battery
Actions that harass
What are you doing to others?
In the name of the ‘middle class’

Now, it seems your looking
To harvest what’s not yours
Because you own the power
Of this feel secure

A sad day in our history
When concessions that you make
Legalize extortion
With the freedoms that you take

Bound and tethered in this moment
Frustrations fill each cup
If discouragement were legal tender
Things would be looking up.


*Not to single out Coco Cola, it’s a metaphor, used to represent big
international capital as a whole. 1/10/I0

[Note: 4/3/21] Not sure what this particular poem is pointing to; but
whatever it was it was in or around 2010 and I obviously took exception to

Linda Brady

Linda Brady

Grandma Linda is a squigily peg in a square hole. Her poetry is aimed at moving the world to love, unity and perfect margaritas. And after years of perfecting the art, she has the skill to paint a better world and make it so.

When she is not serving customers, gazing at rocks, or visiting her grandchildren Linda is writing poetry. And even during all the above activities she has been known to write still.

– Zackary (self proclaimed “Favorite Grandson”)