I dream of a day where waiting in line, as a hungry dog would begging for a scrap
As several others stand around, waiting for there to be some glimpse of hope for a better life
Where showing up, dressed in your best, only to be sweaty and exhausted by the time you're at the front of line
Where your time is more valuable than scraps in the hand
I dream of a day where we are hounds, looking for the best treats among them
Where employers stretch out their hand nervously, hoping to win our favor
Where we are treated as people, with lives that intertwine
That our health, our safety mattered
To not be seen as expendable
But rather as powerful cornerstones to the success of a society
That I hope to see the day we are seen as the cardholders, not simply dealt our fate
That ever shifts the way we see our work
And what we value
To be employable no longer means suitable, simply, complacent enough to fulfill a task
It's a game of chasing cars that I refuse to be a part of
To know my value among capitalism's worst traits
Is something that wants to bend my knee to choose
In defiance, I continue, scared of my future
Scared that we stay divided
That we never see the strings they continue to pull us by
