I wrote the following poem in 2001, and originally posted it into the “Notes” section of my Facebook profile…
I’ve witnessed the underclass and understood its necessary permanence in a capitalistic world where commercialism and technology are the new imperialisms, and the race to manufacture and sell has caused America to declare a war on poverty and ignorance, and punish those assumed guilty with life-sentences of servitude to dead-end jobs that trickle down minimum wages and allow the rich to get richer, while the rest get deceived into thinking that they, too, can one day become the next John D. Rockefeller, yet, never do, because the fruits of labor have been replaced with high-tech paper, suitable to be used for the purchase of the same illusions of necessity and convenience that they’ve spent their work day creating…
