Workers in the World

the bus was parked out by the tree
we were inside where we could see
the people walk, the people pass
the money men first, the torn children last

we are all workers in this world
we all labor, we all toil
your boss is my boss
your lay-off is my job lost
the only pay, the only dough
is to understand & know that I know
that there’s no contract or no plans
except to share the burden & do what you can

I was out in the rain looking for work
aimlessness you can’t ignore or shirk
I was out in front so I knocked on the door
it just opened & closed, nothing more

we were all searching, we were all in need
people’s faces said,” I’m human… I bleed.”
there was grime on their hands & tears in their eyes
there were people joking & laughing in suits & ties

we are all workers in the world
we all labor, we all toil
your boss is my boss
your lay-off is my job lost