It’s not the Pandemic That Killed the American Dream

Walked by an abandoned factory
in one of St. Louis’s gray and
silent working-class neighborhoods,
the walls are crumbling, the windows
broken, the fence around it scratching
the dirt, a few screws from company
signs litter underneath scrawny bushes,
the path around it circles back to the
start at the entrance, there’s no side-
path to an exit, there was none for the
men and women who once worked here,
poverty was their life-long affliction.,
toiling for survival their lifestyle, that’s
the American way for workers, for whom
the American Dream was created and
killed, now the audience’s dreams
have turned desperate and darker.

This article was posted on Sunday, March 28th, 2021 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.