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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