Care Free

The more things change, the more they stay the same.
Illegal slave ways collapsed,
But the slaves stayed,
Now with blue collars attached…
Like yoke on the necks of oxen,
Brown, White, Yellow, Arawak.
The plight of my kin’s rare,
In this land of treasured riches
My HMO doesn’t cover the cost of swimwear.
And could’ve used that in New Orleans,
But short of disaster, the cameras can’t focus
Near where the poor live.
And lens flare can’t make the projects pretty,
Them tenement conditions don’t even get the rich folks pity.
‘Cuz the function of the blue collar
Was a part of the blue print:
We proletariat work to construct the lariat
That swings from the looming gallows.
Our lives, expendable; we are still expenditures,
Told that we are pawns on a capitalist chessboard
When we are the players:
The janitors, security guards, and bricklayers.
Our deaths, early in expectation,
Are designed to pass down our debts,
Accumulated by giving our lives for these checks,
Like some reverse reparations
Where we pay back our captors.
The pay back in that we will not be paid back our back taxes.
Our administration profits from our death,
So why would they want us to have free health,
When they regretted freeing people?
’08, I have hope, ’04 didn’t have any…
Based on the issues, I wanted to vote McKinney,
But I didn’t want no drama,
Or to split the vote,
So I voted Obama.