Problems are not what defines a free people. We as humans are what we choose to be behind our own eyes, not what other people see, but what we see. What defines us as human beings is in how we choose to overcome our problems. That is what defines us it is what helps (along with our faith in our Creator) create the building blocks that formulate the person that we are today.
Service, have you seen anything resembling it today
Gas, coffee, morning biscuits, factory and office we slave
Ever receive a smile or a thank you for your work today
Drive ups for breakfast and lunch, and of course, wrong change
Hope against hope, correct order maybe one time in five
So many counters your native tongue you will seldom hear
Wishing for a smile or a kind word that might lighten your day
Receiving ignoring, frowns, cursing while on their phones instead
Now unload and reload, give them your money, hurry through the line
Profane gestures and lip if perceived to be slowing their money train
Wally-World, when it comes to service taught the world how not to be
Employees catch all the garbage as it flows down from Arkansas hills
At the bottom of the latter with smiles they throw it in the workers face
Take all your money make you pack your own order no time to count change
They got all your money they snarl and hiss then push you out of the way
Home at last to enter your personal version of bliss
Kids ignore you, spouse flapping lips, hate received, no kiss
With the world outside their minds, full of hate, home at last
Your cat pee’s on your feet, your dog takes a bite out of your knee
To the basement to your kids hidden Colombian Gold
Aw the flower of our youth, before depression took its hold
Looks like Jose’ Cuervo, Colombian, and I tonight have a date
Service, a six letter word with four letter Corporate distaste
Our modern world, service only given if you pay your all to play
Poor people aren’t even worth throwing their carcass’ in a grave
Only then government and the 1% quit pushing you out of their way
The Wall—-First published here on 4-5-14
Why do we build, to keep out?
Was not Berlin’s built to keep in?
The Great Wall of China can be seen from space.
Decide what is real
Your reflection in the world’s looking glass
Does it show but one face?
Division from the south, but not from the north.
Do you not see your two faces shining?
What do you think your wall will facilitate?
The poor of the south,
Hungry, tired, and scared, they come to your gates
Looking for a safe place to build, and work and pray.
We build a higher wall
We tell them they have to wait.
From terrorist and drugs, you say your wall will defend.
You wall out your brother, your neighbor, your friends.
How is it you can be so cold?
Do you not know, nor see, nor care
That by your actions you do offend?
Do you not think that a terrorist or a drug King Pin
Can enter your haven from the cold frozen north?
Do not speak to me of family values
As children and mothers die of hunger
At the foot of this wall you create!
Life through a Windshield
In 81’ the story began, first with my brother and then with a friend
Seeing life through a windshield like a gypsy on eighteen wheels
But when you do this for a living it’s life you omit
White line fever they call it in song
White lines on the concrete is to what you belong
The back rows of the truck stops and the cab of a truck is your home
From Beantown to Shaky to big D then Windy you roam
Dispatch can get you a load to anywhere except the state you belong
Driving your shiny KW is not just a job now you see
Through the windshield is your life on this unending concrete sea
Aspirin, Doan’s Pills and Preparation H
Always part of your luggage because that hot load can’t wait
Truck driving is a hobby for the homeless no roots do you need
Life through the windshield is now the life you can’t leave.