Sunday, January 10, 2021

Expendable and Deplorable

Here we sit

The bottom of the social mountain

Waiters,servers,truck drivers

Janitors

and all those others

Looked down upon from up high

There is an unsettling rhythm  

In our souls

As we are trapped in lock down

Watching as the elite class

Go about their enriched lives

Each day we see how expendable we are

As vaccines roll past our door

As planes filled with privileged

Fly to sunny climates

And now our voices

Can be squelched by a random logarithm

Uttered from the dark cave filled with servers

We can be damned

By the perceptions of cancel culture

Even though they know not who we are

Crushed souls live here

Looking for hope

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