Throwback selfie, to the days when I worked in construction. This picture was from when we built an 80′ concrete wall with a steel-plated face at the South Park Transfer station for the City of Seattle.
Not only did doing construction work for RJ Richards throughout my 20’s build my character and strengthen my integrity, but it also provided me with an intimate knowledge of City Planning/Urban Planning and the Skilled Work/Skilled Crafts class of citizens that maintain the function of our cities. They are intelligent, hardworking, dreamers, but they are also not fully respected, and live lives full of anxiety because of all the uncertainty surrounding whether there will be enough work to feed their families. The point is that, these people serve and fulfill an important role in our #society and as such, both they and their concerns should be highly important to us all.
All of this serves as a framework to fill in the information I am garnering from my education at the University of Washington, they are not just empty theories that lack import to me. So, it seems that the life-experiences I gained during my 20’s were neither a waste, nor without purpose, but those years were actually some of the most informative years of my life.
I have to find a way to make these ends meet
I’ve got myself, my wife and three kids to feed
Now this wouldn’t be a problem, if there was work to be done
But the Dictator, confiscated, at the point of a gun
The resources, that we need, to keep, our families fed
And we’re lacking Agriculture because the Markets are dead
Not because we can’t farm, but rather, because these Subsidized
U.S. Industries, have straight up neutralized us
But Irrigation, will only suffice, if and when there is Rain
But now, we’re dealing Droughts, as one of the effects, of Climate Change
And we can’t rely on aid because that mess is a curse
And The Coups and Civil Wars for power make matters worse
My baby’s crying, screaming cuz she needs something to eat
And I feel like half-a-man because I am living in defeat
I’ve got nothing to give because there is nothing to get
But, do I Doom my kids to Poverty, or risk Escaping it?
Immigrating, is easier said than done
Cuz it seems that everything is set to keep us where we’re from
Passports, Visas, Customs, and on and on
And everything costs the type of Money we ain’t got
Our options for a better life are limited and dangerous
Trudging Deserts, crammed in Ships, jumping barbed and guarded Fences
Risking life and Health, to get at better Chances
Suffering, is nothing new, but here ain’t got the answers
My daughter wants to go to School so she can learn to Read
Cuz she wants to be a Scientist to make sure all can eat
But, that will only happen, if we make it to the West
And as her father all I want is to give the best
But protected, their Feudal Privilege, keeping us at odds
Walls to Separate us, Segregated by the Laws
So, yes it’s Illegal, and it’s Dangerous
But, Doom my kids to Poverty, or risk Escaping it.
So say we make it, beat the odds, this is what we’re facin’
Alien status, like we’re not humans from this race and
We don’t bleed the same when beaten for tying
To take advantage of Opportunities you squander, while lying
Claiming that you care, but don’t want us sharing
Land, Food, Work, or Health Caring
And instead make departments like the I.C.E.
And Detention Camps to stop us from being free
Where we’re tortured, starved, deprived of Human Rights
Forced Free Labor and Deported at night
Shipped back from whence we came, like, that is more humane
As if to say, we deserve the cards laid
And my daughter deserves to not be educated
My son deserves to starve, and I to live depraved
But there is a small hope that we just might make it
So, do I Doom my kids to Poverty, or risk Escaping it?
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