Reality's Call



It's harder to forgive when you've always be forgotten;
Disregarded, paid no attention, hardly acknowledged;
Left there, alone, to drown in a sea of sorrow;
Dreading the possibility of making it to tomorrow.
Fists clutched, facing down to the floor, you open your mouth, yet you're still unsure.
Feelings unannounced, forever left a mystery.
No benefits, make you a lost soul in history.
Unethical practices are leaving us in misery
When bureaucratic scoundrels are treating us like fishery.
But then there comes a time when we're due for a change.
That's when true men speak, and cowards cease to rearrange.

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