One hundred years from now
we’ll be the same somehow
in crisis with the management again.


A century of time
of brother spare a dime
as if the clock had docked in nineteen ten.

One hundred years from now
on every furrowed brow
the lines will tell a tale of battles won.
A century may pass
of privilege and class
we know there’s nothing new¬†under the sun.

One hundred years from now
our progress will endow
belief that we are doing something right.
A century of pride
of worker side by side
frees everyone to step into the light.

Copyright Keith Ames