Ain't no love
In the heart of the city.
Ain't no love
When a job can't be found.
When the steel rib cage
That protected the people
Has been broken down.
Ain't no love
When you got that degree
But you get no love
From the company.
You got the schooling and skills
But you ain't got a job
And mounds of loan bills.
Ain't no love
In a closed factory
That got no love
For retirees
That spent good and bad years
Working a steady job
Without knowing future fears.
By A. Jarrell Hayes
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