Made In America

went to the funeral
this morning...
men and women of all ages,

all backgrounds, all colors,
stood in line to pay respect.
workers, laid off workers,

workers without hope
of a job....
we viewed the body,

the preacher said kind words,
bringing back memories...
then to the graveyard.

buried beneath an old tree
in a corner soon forgotten...
the headstone read:

Made In America!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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