Stationed in life, doing tasks at work to get paid
so bills can be caught up.
Always on the edge, struggling to exist, not just
survive.
Those with money, holding it in tight-fisted hands,
not wanting to let go of one cent of it.
Crippling workers with less pay and even less hours,
because they have the power of owning their own
business.
Hurting the economy and our families all over the
nation with their stinginess and greed - McADs being
the biggest problem.
Causing American citizens to lose homes, starve,
struggle to buy, even the meagerest of groceries to
feed their families.
Hiring illegals to work in their restaurants, taking
away jobs from Americans.
Using excuses that white people don't want to work
is a myth illegals perpetuate.
When advertising for help, posting jobs, many people
show up and get hired, only to get less hours, being
made fun of to their faces in other languages, causing
them to quit because illegals are being catered to and
given preference in all aspects of the job.
If illegals were fired, Americans could once again make
a living in their own country.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem