A promise of gold and the blooming sweat.
Callused hands, worser feet.
Defeat was not an option, family was on the line.
Any work was good work.
Mockery. Slurs. Work. Money. Mockery. Slurs. Work. Money.
The American dream believes it can be grasped.
But, enough was what was acquired. Just enough.
Always enough.
Then born a child of security and the promise of safety
20 and more years of working for the big boss
so the roads remain in their shimmering
Gold mist.
20 Years of working for the big boss
to prove the move was worth it. 20 years of working for the big boss
to show
That we can be greater than those before us.
Yet, Mockery. Slurs. Work. Money. Mockery. Slurs. Work. Money
Betrayal was a word that could be heard for generations.
