• AngryCommieKender@lemmy.world
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      5 months ago

      Boss makes a dollar,

      I make a dime,

      That was a poem,

      For a simpler time.

      Now the boss makes a hundred,

      And the workers a cent,

      While he has employees,

      Who can’t pay their rent.

      Why wait till the boss makes a million,

      And the workers make jack?

      It’s high time we riot,

      And take our world back.

      • intensely_human@lemm.ee
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        5 months ago

        The traffic light simply would not turn green
        So the people stopped to wait
        As the traffic rolled and the wind blew cold
        And the hour grew dark and late

        Zoom-varoom, trucks, trailers,
        Bikes and limousines,
        Clatterin’ by — me oh my!
        Won’t that light turn green?

        But the days turned weeks, and the weeks turned months
        And there on the corner they stood,
        Twiddlin’ their thumbs till the changin’ comes
        The way good people should.

        And if you walk by that corner now,
        You may think it’s rather strange
        To see them there as they hopefully gaze
        With the very same smile on their very same face
        As they patiently stand in the very same place
        And wait for the light to change.