Your description of grief for the working class is uncanny. We are the central nervous system that keep the pockets full of those greedy, top of the chain, bosses. Such is life, I guess. Some may argue that they worked hard to get where they are, however, all of us are not born with a gold spoon in our mouths. All in all, you stirred up emotions in me, and I believe that is why we write, to touch people. Great job with this one!
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Your description of grief for the working class is uncanny. We are the central nervous system that keep the pockets full of those greedy, top of the chain, bosses. Such is life, I guess. Some may argue that they worked hard to get where they are, however, all of us are not born with a gold spoon in our mouths. All in all, you stirred up emotions in me, and I believe that is why we write, to touch people. Great job with this one!