American Jobs

For Sale; the American Worker

For sale, one pair of hands -- rough, care-worn, and well used. Hands unafraid of hard work, tedious tasks, and pain. Hands now idle, searching for activity, useless to stop the tide of American jobs given to third world countries because of the need to feed the already bulging, well-lined pockets of corporate boards.

For sale, one heart -- once beating with life, burning energy earning a daily living, swelling with pride at a job well done, loyal to the employer. A heart, now broken from empty, ineffectual promises of an empty, ineffectual government, facing the greed of corporate America robbing the heart of life.

For sale, one mind -- inquisitive, generating ideas, inventing, dreaming the American dream. A mind, now confused and searching, worried about providing for the family once so strong and proud. A mind trying to understand where the American dream has gone, and why has the government stopped listening to the voice of the people.

Why are these items for sale? Why is the American worker in need of a job? Why is the government allowing American jobs to be sent overseas? Is there logic to sending American jobs overseas, shipping the finished goods back to the United States, to be offered for sale to unemployed citizens that cannot afford the purchase? Ah, you say, It keeps the costs down." For who? Does the price go down on the finished product? Or does the profit margin increase for the select few pockets?

How long will we continue to waste lives and resources chasing after tyrants, when we have our own particular brand of tyrant on our own soil? What kind of tyrant", you ask. Simple, the tyrants with so much greed that no amount of money will satisfy, the tyrants that have sold your right to work and earn a living ... and in the eyes of the people there is a failure; and in the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage." -- John Steinbeck.

For sale, one soul -- no, not for sale. My soul remains intact. Let the government and the corporate boards sell their souls and beggar the country...if they have souls to sell.