Class Warfare

A few have more,

Many have less.

The many with less resent the few with more

Not because they succeeded, but

Because once they arrived they forgot

The cab drivers, grocery clerks, mail deliverers,

Waiters, file clerks, receptionists, shop clerks, housekeepers,

Hair dressers, school teachers, nurses, lab technicians,

Baby sitters, truck drivers, customer service reps, office

Managers, auto mechanics, delivery drivers, distributors,

Plumbers, tailors, factory workers, pharmacists, sales reps, all those

On whose shoulders they perch.

The many with less are not asking for

What belongs to the few, but

For what should already be theirs,

Acknowledgement that the few can’t prevail

Without the many.

How obvious it should be

That we are all in this together.

And so we see Spring springing up

Across the world,

Tunisia, Yemen, Syria, Egypt,

Wall Street.

The many finding their Voice en masse,

Singing out, marching to a more authentic tune.

The few, if they pay attention at all, murmur

Class warfare.

The leaders of the few shout

Class warfare, offended and outraged,

These toys are mine, hard-earned,

Go find your own, like I did, and

I’ll see you at 3:00 for my hair appointment.