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Sep 2018
By: Cedric McClester

Yesterday, the coal mine closed
Like the future we were promised
Heaven only knows
And the steel factory’s next
I do suppose
Since the tariffs were placed
Business comes and goes

Where in the world
Does a working man go?
When he’s put in his time
But has nothing to show
But a broken back
And calloused hands
When he’s unable to meet
His family’s demands?

We made a choice
The last election
We were told we’re going
In a new direction
Which helped us in
Making the selection
But all that we’re seeing
Is his dereliction

Where in the world
Does a working man go?
When he’s put in his time
But has nothing to show
But a broken back
And calloused hands
When he’s unable to meet
His family’s demands?




Cedric  McClester, Copyright  © 2018.  All rights reserved.
Written by
Cedric McClester  New York, New York
(New York, New York)   
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