Empty My Own
I used to believe I was a strong, free spirit,
but now I realize how small of a token I am in this nation.
I will work until I die,
making money for a government that doesn't care,
for a country that is blinded by greed.
For men I don't know,
I will work to fill their pockets,
and in return,
Empty My Own.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My country