Reflections of My Perceptions
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and as i sat in traffic and they whisked by my door
i thought to myself, so this is what soldiers fight for?
so rich folks can buy more, drive more and fly more
and i became frustrated the more of them i saw
they live high, rise above society, residing within their eye sores
while the parents of the poor most often must cry more
salty tears down their cheekbones, reddened eyes sore
for it is their children who are asked to die more
and i wondered is this what i was willing to give my life for?
for a few to be able to wine and dine more,
while conducting business behind doors
while i am told i cannot get in, not even through the side door
unless you're an athlete or an entertainer, or you manage to find yours
but i was told employers would be waiting in line for
your a minority with a degree, a veteran, you'll get any job you try for
but computers have changed so much, i'm a 33 year old dinosaur
thus now i am bitter i feel i'm being squeezed like a lime for
they even turned me down as a volunteer, i can now try no more
i know this can't be what i strived for
why i went to school, and reached to the sky for
this can't be what i put in so much time for
so many years, is that what i sacrificed for
and certainly this is not what i was happy to survive for
to spend $400 on a suit and get dressed up nice for
to apply for office clerk but be recommended as a night janitor?
then they have the nerve to wonder why so many turn to crime for
i thought to myself, so this is what soldiers fight for?
so rich folks can buy more, drive more and fly more
and i became frustrated the more of them i saw
they live high, rise above society, residing within their eye sores
while the parents of the poor most often must cry more
salty tears down their cheekbones, reddened eyes sore
for it is their children who are asked to die more
and i wondered is this what i was willing to give my life for?
for a few to be able to wine and dine more,
while conducting business behind doors
while i am told i cannot get in, not even through the side door
unless you're an athlete or an entertainer, or you manage to find yours
but i was told employers would be waiting in line for
your a minority with a degree, a veteran, you'll get any job you try for
but computers have changed so much, i'm a 33 year old dinosaur
thus now i am bitter i feel i'm being squeezed like a lime for
they even turned me down as a volunteer, i can now try no more
i know this can't be what i strived for
why i went to school, and reached to the sky for
this can't be what i put in so much time for
so many years, is that what i sacrificed for
and certainly this is not what i was happy to survive for
to spend $400 on a suit and get dressed up nice for
to apply for office clerk but be recommended as a night janitor?
then they have the nerve to wonder why so many turn to crime for
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