The economic recession has birthed an entire generation of desperate and despairing youth, youth that deserve a voice, a channel for their frustration and anger. To a prospective jobseeker is an outlet for that fury and disillusionment.
To a
prospective jobseeker
The warm December air
breathes
across your breast as you fight to hold
your sorrow in as your mother slathers
peanut butter over bread.
Your little brother smiles, lost to the
reality that there will be no beef tonight,
no meat, father’s pension has long
stretched thin and your meager stipend
can’t feed this house.
The Classifieds run empty,
demanding much, a temporary
fix to tide you over until three seasons
down you’re back to your winding ways,
your bitter breaths, your fury.
There are no jobs my friend,
the foreclosure signs are everywhere
and the heart that beats in you is slowly
turning black.
across your breast as you fight to hold
your sorrow in as your mother slathers
peanut butter over bread.
Your little brother smiles, lost to the
reality that there will be no beef tonight,
no meat, father’s pension has long
stretched thin and your meager stipend
can’t feed this house.
The Classifieds run empty,
demanding much, a temporary
fix to tide you over until three seasons
down you’re back to your winding ways,
your bitter breaths, your fury.
There are no jobs my friend,
the foreclosure signs are everywhere
and the heart that beats in you is slowly
turning black.
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