A Bridge Beyond

Perhaps I’m meant to be a bridge
between the world I grew up in
and the blue collar one that now,
almost stocks my tiny ‘fridge.
holding me back from the flow
of a once affluent life now a myth.

Yet ‘Jah’ faith leads me on
for whatever may come.
Perhaps I am just one of many
helping different lifestyles understand
we very much share a common plum
grown in this land’s ‘promised land’
despite many of us being only 'hired hands'.

We, the ones who are quite shut out
from an 'American Dream' beyond a doubt
by some having their supreme financial clout
wondering from up there why many of us moon about
in addition to continuing that ‘jump and shout’.

Dancing tunes of banks appropriating our money to give
high interest and fees draining us as through a sieve,
into fat accounts of gold so already rich can multiply and grow,
while our dreams like Kentucky bluegrass is very much mowed.
and despite hard work we do, cannot afford our very own small chateau
when being taxed much more than those who have multiple riches in tow.

Woof, meow, woof, is life just a fancy cat or dog show?
Unjustly treated breeds can only reach a certain plateau?
Not even being able to get into the show-ring although
many of our pedigrees are just as good if not more so (than)
those who with gray and green matter who think they are
(superiorly bestowed over deep blue)
to enjoy tossing our lives as if Olympic hammer throws.
So ask I, will Judges ever know inbred manners and class
though not perfectly spoken, cannot be brought with hard cold cash?

For remembered loving times, do not want destruction of status quo.
Just dreaming a growing understanding and recognition that working poor
will be granted education’s light more so than any token charity glow.
Or could it be, all of our lives need to be lived more with a mystic flow
in visions of Lennon, Nightingale and Henry David Thoreau
so needed now, since a long time ago?