Apprehension
Forlorn stares
Is there anyone who cares?
Wait in line
Three-to-four hours time
People gazing with frightened looks
Take a magazine
Why not read a book?
Chain smokers
Polluting the air
Something here
Does not feel quite fair
They need a job
Standing in line
With this mob, the unemployed
The poor asking for more
The professional, a foot in the door
When does it all end?
Only when the jobless line
Starts to thin
