Poetry

Bottom Class

written by: rstephens93

Here we fight this phase
We work in the fields for better days
Here we work and we pray
We shout and demand our raise

But they refuse
They don't care about us
We pay our dues
Yet they say they do what they must

Here we live in this maze
Hoping that meaning will be found
Yet we don't get any praise
Waiting for something to come down

We live bottom class
Our hearts broken like glass
A gold coin disguised as brass
Waiting for more to amass

The light shines yet it's something we can't find
The tunnel is dark and we fight not to be left behind
I wish we could pause this life and rewind
Restart, and make it better, but the silver isn't lined

Here in the factories
We live like lost memories
We work all day
And come home only to pray

We work and receive our six pence
We try to make it over the fence
But it just doesn't make sense
It doesn't make sense

We hide ourselves from all
We put on the mask
We're all black and white, short and tall
Yet living like everyone else is a hard task

I won't let them steal my soul
I won't let them make me pay a toll

Everything is anything
We cry out and sing
We fight the sting
That loneliness will bring

In a crowded room we feel alone...