I’ve been here before.
It was a different yard, but the same railroad.
I watched as those that have took from those that have not.
Listened to the words as they stated their reasons.
All good reasons for those who want more, but not at all meant to be reassuring to those who just want things to stay the same.
Like I said, I’ve been here before…
Helpless is a feeling I don’t like.
I’m the coyote that chews off his own leg rather than to passively sit in the trap.
One day I hope to remind them the sacrifice those loyal, hard working, trustworthy employees made so that the profit takers of this world could sleep well at night.
For now though, I can only bleed.