Worker's Plight

Life’s getting harder for us
I lost my job in the public service…
still Steve drives public transport,
but when I’m alone at night
thinking about the mortgage,
and this growing life within,
I worry if its right
to bring a kid into this world,
where you struggle for dignity everyday,
when all we seem to do is fight
about how we should spend his pay.

When I went to Sunday School, they taught us
that the rich man will find it hard to enter heaven,
but now it seems the rich are the truly righteous,
because all the poor can afford to do is sin.
They told us the wicked man shall fall,
that the meek shall inherit the earth,
but now it seems the greedy have always had it all -
money now indicates what you’re worth

Oh, I know its wrong
but, what can I do,
could I trample a corporation?
I am too weak, they are too strong.

My husband and child
they are my utmost priority.
I can’t go protest with you today,
I must stay sedate, not get wild.

See, if we’re nice and good,
we might get a piece of the cake
and struggle onto a bigger house,
with floors made of polished wood.

Being radical, brings no reward,
it doesn’t put dinner on the table,
or clothe the newborn child -
it doesn’t pay to struggle hard.

So, I’m sorry, I know you’re right,
I know your cause is just,
that you struggle for a better world.
I’m sorry but I can’t afford to fight.

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