Cold the steps of coin...

Cold the steps of coin..

They sit on cold steps of coin,
undemanding types demanding
an unequal gap in our lives be
closed, we from the comfort of
suburbia sleepwalk to a certain
death not physical, but a stifling
end of thought and dream
un apposed

Killed off by rhetoric from a square
shape in the corner, never hearing
live the speech makers or standing
shoulder to shoulder with a
questioner’s mike.

Should we join, could we make whole
bringing together a demonstrative
type with the impervious, the noses
on high with a nose to the grindstone.

Or are we fractured forever in our
living, should we have the clean
break of separatism one from the other.

Could we the workforce that holds
all together show a true model of
democracy a utopian kind of decency,
Care for all who would have fairness,
equality at the heart of our union
and for the others clemency

Can we with body and will collect
the thoughts and dreams of all our
people and at least try to make them
a reality.