ok, be forewarned that this poem has a few cuss words that were bleeped out (but still evident). Please read at your own discretion. This is a metaphorical poem regarding the oppressed people in sweat shops.
Mings got a few things on his mind, but cant say it
He has to complete 100 toys today and he hates it
He finishes one, puts a message inside and prays it..
Wont be left unheard by the kid who eventually takes it
He makes a dog knowing itll be the saddest of clowns
He names it Hope, and he hopes it dont get choked, broke and let down.
Its packaged up as he sends it out with a disenchanted frown
The box leaves town and the little toy dog awakes his feeble body
He looks through the crowd of people. Sees a ship labeled Bald Eagle
Hopes being handled like a criminal being arrested for something illegal
They dock the ship, and hes welcomed with a hit on the head for sh--
He sits in a room where they tell him to get the hell out before noon-time
Its already eleven fifty-five, then hes dragged to the head of the ship to be tied and gagged
A man cracked the whip, smacked his lip, and shrilled get this hell-hole moving
Without a thought their off and going; this 'ucking ship hes rowing
His sixteen-hour shift is over; goes to sleep so he can repeat it all over
Over time his dog house develops holes in the roof where it rains
This pain of premonition, being subjected to the same shame everyday
But hey, life cant get any worse. Until he breaks his foot from this damn boats curse
Of course theres no workers compensation. Walk it off and get back to your station
You cant walk? Then well dock youre pay. Go home theres no food for you today--
Or tomorrow. Not till your leg heals up. I said get the 'uck out you lazy 'uck up!
Hes now accustomed to his lonely room where he looks in the mirror for a close-up
He sees a little puppy whose hearts been broken and stained. His foot still sits their maimed
Doc said a month no shorter, but if he doesnt do anything hes going to be out of order
He decides to get up and go talk to the boss, who puts him back to work after a right-cross
He stays at work with a noose around his neck
And he just keeps on trying to survive whatevers next
They finally arrive at the dock of capitalism
Where they capitalize the capital of the capital of poverty
These people feed him kind words and speed him to marketing
First they run a few tests, then smack a band-aid and a price tag across his chest
Now he finds himself with many other pathetic products his kind
He approaches them to make his grand appearance. Reads the sign labeled clearance
Advertising did a good job to sell his line of toys
All these strangers pass by till finally one stops its a boy
And Hope is overcome with the joy when he receives a hug. This is his first chance at love
Hes not sure how to react to it but does. This is a new feeling hes felt called trust
The boy takes him home and sleeps with him every night in bed
And to think that just a month ago he was almost dead
Anyways, time moves on and they come out with a new line of dogs
The boy he so trusted is excited because these new ones talk
He places hope in his little toy box with other animals trapped in the dark
Hope starts to think back to his lonely creator who made him in his own image
And now how, hes all tied up in other peoples bondage
He doesnt blame Him because he knows Him and how hes perfect
But he knows that Hes sad to make him live in hell that we call Earth
Mings got a few things on his mind, but cant say it
He has to complete 100 toys today and he hates it
He finishes one, puts a message inside and prays it..
Wont be left unheard by the kid who eventually takes it
He makes a dog knowing itll be the saddest of clowns
He names it Hope, and he hopes it dont get choked, broke and let down.
Its packaged up as he sends it out with a disenchanted frown
The box leaves town and the little toy dog awakes his feeble body
He looks through the crowd of people. Sees a ship labeled Bald Eagle
Hopes being handled like a criminal being arrested for something illegal
They dock the ship, and hes welcomed with a hit on the head for sh--
He sits in a room where they tell him to get the hell out before noon-time
Its already eleven fifty-five, then hes dragged to the head of the ship to be tied and gagged
A man cracked the whip, smacked his lip, and shrilled get this hell-hole moving
Without a thought their off and going; this 'ucking ship hes rowing
His sixteen-hour shift is over; goes to sleep so he can repeat it all over
Over time his dog house develops holes in the roof where it rains
This pain of premonition, being subjected to the same shame everyday
But hey, life cant get any worse. Until he breaks his foot from this damn boats curse
Of course theres no workers compensation. Walk it off and get back to your station
You cant walk? Then well dock youre pay. Go home theres no food for you today--
Or tomorrow. Not till your leg heals up. I said get the 'uck out you lazy 'uck up!
Hes now accustomed to his lonely room where he looks in the mirror for a close-up
He sees a little puppy whose hearts been broken and stained. His foot still sits their maimed
Doc said a month no shorter, but if he doesnt do anything hes going to be out of order
He decides to get up and go talk to the boss, who puts him back to work after a right-cross
He stays at work with a noose around his neck
And he just keeps on trying to survive whatevers next
They finally arrive at the dock of capitalism
Where they capitalize the capital of the capital of poverty
These people feed him kind words and speed him to marketing
First they run a few tests, then smack a band-aid and a price tag across his chest
Now he finds himself with many other pathetic products his kind
He approaches them to make his grand appearance. Reads the sign labeled clearance
Advertising did a good job to sell his line of toys
All these strangers pass by till finally one stops its a boy
And Hope is overcome with the joy when he receives a hug. This is his first chance at love
Hes not sure how to react to it but does. This is a new feeling hes felt called trust
The boy takes him home and sleeps with him every night in bed
And to think that just a month ago he was almost dead
Anyways, time moves on and they come out with a new line of dogs
The boy he so trusted is excited because these new ones talk
He places hope in his little toy box with other animals trapped in the dark
Hope starts to think back to his lonely creator who made him in his own image
And now how, hes all tied up in other peoples bondage
He doesnt blame Him because he knows Him and how hes perfect
But he knows that Hes sad to make him live in hell that we call Earth
