When Rhetoric Dies

we raise the flags and statues to our mission we've spoken out
in slogans and in campaigns talked and talked on almost every issue
where oppression of the masses is the constant theme but what does this mean to a little town in iowa where the jobs have gone downstream down south and out
where their fingers used to work to the bone all day
profits rise and fall and starvation is a game
where is the food that used to cover their table
where is the sense of pride at the end of the day
to the face of a thriving corporation what could a dying family
possibly say
on the face of every american worker
is the constant fear that their job won't remain
as the c.e.o is planning his vacation to kill or be killed is the nature of the beast
stand in line take a number you sell your soul then watch it crumble
into a pile of rubble that used to be
your job
your life
your family's daily bread dry and stale malnourished kids
the house is sold for a degrading bid
do we continue to talk or do we take a hammer to their chains