Perhaps middle class, or sort of in between,
frugal to a penny, we don’t buy everything we see.
The antics of the wealthy seem so obscene,
but more money in our pocket
would be not be deemed as a unwanted dream.
Going to work, its surely a bore,
The boss always seems impersonally mean.
Cannot afford the very best cuisine
and yet we are expected to go green,
while the rich continue to be seen,
as persons of celebrity glee.
Powers to be, we are not rich
so don’t tax us graciously.
The Debt of the nation is huge,
Your hoping to dig us out of this sinkhole easily.
Poor we are not ,so don’t pay for me,
stop spending what’s not yours please.
We are the hushed ones, so silent it seems
that the government keep tabs on us indeed.
Canadians look for respect and acknowledgement from thee,
so stop asking questions that make no sense to me.
Why ask my race, my gender and age.
My skin has no intelligence, nor my mind a sexy edge.
Why ask my income, but why ask me?
Your hands are so close to my pocket book it seems.
Middle Class Workers we are,
old enough to vote and dream.
We are the minority in this scheme.
Protect us this day, for you will learn of our powerful might,
Every Revolutionary dream was brought forth
by one of us in histories blight.
Perhaps Middle Class, or something in between.
We proudly serve our nation everyday indeed.
Do not manipulate, misinform or abuse us
and our support will continue to transform us.
Steven Kaszab
bradford, Ontario
[email protected]
