The Masses Poem


The Masses
What reason is our labor wrought?
It all appears to grind to naught.
What about what we were taught at those hasty schools?
Our rewards grow less and less.
How hard it is now to impress.
Oh this causes such great stress, working by the rules.

If only we could find a way
To help solve this growing decay.
Start a new path right today, learn from our past mistakes.
Help find the path to our success.
Be happy more and angry less.
Feel ok about saying less, give ourselves more breaks.

May be this is not so hard.
We hold the most important card.
Let’s act before our hopes get charred, and start anew.
We have the courage and the mind
To pick up what is left behind .
Then true joy is what we’ll find, but it is up to you.

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