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My family and I Left for the promise land But all that we found Were more hardships and demand Working in Chicago Weeping meat plant floors Feeling sick just knowing This will make it to the stores Pregnant cows with fetuses, dead rats And animal diseased Nothing at all is wasted And the boss is kept quite pleased But this one job alone Is not enough to pay the rent Who knew rent could be so high With all of us in a tenement? So off to work went my uncle-in-law His children, and his wife, My dying dad did his part As did my pregnant wife Later I ended up in jail My wife and son, they died So I left everyone behind And fled to the countryside Depressed and poor I finally went back Only to learn Chicago doesn’t cut slack I learned that my family And gone totally astray Working hard on Street corners everyday I became frustrated With all the hardships and demands Until my world was changed By the most peculiar man He told me why my life was bad And told me why it was good He taught me to fix the things The government couldn’t, but should He told me they Were evil capitalists And to be happy I only need be a socialist These thoughts of joy Filled all that I know And in the end we promised To take back Chicago |
dude... that guys life sounds harsh... a lot more then mine... damn... see her in canada we learn all about the amaerican system of stuff and I had heard that poem like a year abgo... I never understood it htouh... it's funny do you guy's learn about canada at all.?| Posted on 2005-03-09 00:00:00 | by bleedbroken | [ Reply to This ] | Wow you know what, I really liked this. I was very impressed. I'm not a socialist myself but I liked the poem. I don't know whether it was true but the way it was wrote was really good. It took me by surprise. I don't understand the title but the poem was great. Good write. Broken DreamsX | | Posted on 2005-03-01 00:00:00 | by Broken Dreams | [ Reply to This ] | Concrete jungle. I dig the poem. It was not at all what I had expected. In my mind I saw an old Chicago, well actually Chicago still looks the same it is the people who have changed. This was a good job, I may make it one of my favorites. | | Posted on 2005-03-01 00:00:00 | by Silver20G | [ Reply to This ] | This is cool, although there were some spelling errors, but it happens. Well I really don't know what to say that hasn't already been said, so I'll leave my comment as is. | Good write, Rain ![]() | Posted on 2005-03-02 00:00:00 | by Rain | [ Reply to This ] | hey i was totally going to read this all the way through but then i was like yea this is definately very long but yea i heard it in class and i remember it being way better than the others. anywho good job for having to force it aheehee :) | sophie | Posted on 2005-03-03 00:00:00 | by sudie | [ Reply to This ] | |