Lunch Bucket

Lunch bucket on the kitchen counter
They closed the plant
Jobs sent over seas for cheap labor
Now they blame it on the workers
They blame it on the laid off
They bust unions, call people lazy
They take away benefits
They protect the rich that shipped the jobs

He looks at his kid’s pictures
Daughter in seventh grade
His son turning nine
What am I going to do without healthcare?
Can I find another job with benefits?
The right-wingers are fighting healthcare
He feels the anger of a country loosing dreams
His lunch bucket has a name not a number

poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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