If there is a moment, when your sails of fortune luff
Remember that the warlords do not improve your life.
When your next payment outruns accounts received
Don’t cry down trod human, you will have enough.
Maybe not enough to stay where you are now, but more
Than those who tempted fate by building bigger bombs.
The children never stop to worry about their next meal,
But don’t cry down trod human, there is enough, and more.
Please crumple this philosophical pile of gibberish
The first chance you get. You work too hard to listen
To the rantings of the left. But when your choice to
Be free causes hunger in your gut, you will have enough.
Look, there are crying humans, and those who just don’t care,
And those who make themselves so rich from your efforts.
But then there are the bright-eyed kids, long hours tormented
By indecision followed by the warmth of an affair.
But don’t cry down trod human, the love you find is real
You wouldn’t want to trade for cash your ability to feel.
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