We watch as they zoom by in the Land Rovers and Mercedes.

Too important to smell the shamrocks.

They watch as we cheer on the kid from down the street

as he rounds the bases.

We walk underneath flower boxes filled with

manicured plants and High Def surround sound floating

through the open window.

Them and their money.

Us and our food stamps and scholarship applications.

We got the pride: us and our traditions.

Tthe hockey games, baseball games and the Parade.

They have lawsuits and squabbles.

Their bonds run through bank accounts

But ours run through blood sweat and tears.