Oh, Those Cretin Sons-of-Bitches

Oh, Those Cretin Sons-of-Bitches

by Robin Shwedo

©: Robin Shwedo, 2016

Oh, those cretin sons-of-bitches,

I’m not sure which is which

when it comes right down to the politics,

too many in power are ‘way too sick.

They think of themselves and forget the people’s needs

while they’re taking all the riches to fill their greed.

Sometimes I feel that we need peaceful revolution

to bring about an empathetic solution.

If you’ve never been broke or worked a real job in your life,

you’ll never understand the minimum wage strife

or what it’s like to work twenty hours a day,

trying to support yourself with very little pay.

And the kids are always crying ‘cause they hardly ever see you

and you’re always ‘way too tired to even try to be true

to the dreams you once had ‘way back when you were young,

and now you’re wishing that you were strong

enough to go to DC and kick some butt

so we can all just get a cut

of that American Dream we’ve been wanting a piece of

‘cause no matter what, what push comes to shove,

those politicians don’t give a damn,

and the rhetoric ‘bout values is nothing but a sham.

So we need a revolution where we all stand a chance

to have a solution, to have more than a glance

at a piece of the pie and afford a life

instead of having to live in constant strife.

Nothing like being in a mood about class injustice. This is from my growing collection titled Working Class Poems, still evolving.