Who’s life is this

The working man

Working for his family

To make a life real and true

To feel the need to push

Against each other

To create what we believe

To be fair and equal

But rather inequality

Is the goal

On full display

With no where to go

So why is that we have

Changed our values

In such a short time

No way up

Is the call of the cheap kind

Taking their time

To stab each working man

In the back