The Workers

by Sean Allen   Jul 25, 2005


Jacob Johnson works;
he is a working man
who cleans up the filth
we all leave behind.
Literally.
He is a janitor.

Listen:
This is not a story
about a man "Jacob Johnson."
This is life without Johnsons,
no more Jacobs.

Up on the sparkley white,
pristine hill of the Capitol
we find old people.
Distinguished, clean people
who talk and talk
like it's something to do,
as if it was brand new-
a fad on the street-
while the countless masses
that they 'save' each day
are still finding it hard
to make ends meet.

Jacob Johnson is too tired
to beat his own drum,
so I'll do it.
I'll do it for all of them.

Listen:
You ivory-towered intellectuals,
whose distaste for God
seems so out of place
since He placed you so high
and them so low.

Listen now and know
that I represent
the ever-loving,
ever-breathing
scum of this earth-
the low, downtrodden
and forgotten masses.

They cook and clean
and while you try
to glean meaning from chaos
they bring order
to your haphazard life.

Listen:
You need them more
than they need you.

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  • 18 years ago

    by kiesha

    That was absolutely brilliant. I loved it! The message that your words brought out is so true. You did a wonderful job with this poem. Keep it up and take care.
    ><> Kiesha

  • 18 years ago

    by Sean Allen

    Heh, I am an intellectual Nada. I was using the term to reference back to the political entities mentioned before.

  • 18 years ago

    by Alex

    yes very nice poem, it has alot of good meaning as to how i read it.
    alex

  • 18 years ago

    by Aken Sol

    Yeah Sean, cool indeed :-P

    I wonder if the name you took has any meaning to it... Strange though, instead of making me want to stand up and fight, this poem was actually kinda soothing. i have no idea what i'm trying to say....

    Aken Sol

  • 18 years ago

    by Cory Mastrandrea

    Sean, great frickin poem. ONe reason is cause it is simple and to the point, and so ever truthful. Another thing, it is suppose to be hope, thankyou for bringing it to my attention. I think it is a typo cause in my hard copy it isn't plural. Great poem. I like the way it is written wihtout much poetic license. If you wanted you could put it in paragraph form and use it as a letter or something else. Cool very cool

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