The System

Does this education matter when only you are thrown into a pit of endless bureaucracy and political matters? 

Does it matter that no man nor women could see his dreams or an end to such an awful despair?

Do you see us walking forth proud, with no tears to shed, no suffering to share?

Do you see us, your loyal slaves, your sacrifices to the system as humans?

Do you see us walking out of this prison with no glare in our eyes as we shed tears of joy that we have finally obtained a small hint of freedom only to be taken the next day? 

Do you not see that the sun has not shown its glorious and beautiful face for 6 hours as we are wasted away learning what some man that has lived not in this generation, has not learned in the system that he has created?

The man who sits happily on top of a hill judging his slaves, his peasants and dealing out funds to those who have worked hardest, who have gained age with much haste.

Why do we not reward those slaves and peasants who must work, who must toil under such stress with no future in sight?

Why do we only allow those who sit closely to the man on the hill to reap the rewards and not us the slaves and peasants?

This is sickly and wrong and to sit and stare at such damage without daring to speak a word or raise a finger towards the man is heresy and treason at the highest level.

We must rise to it and take back what is ours

We must free those who toil, to give a future for them and let them move on into a world where everything shall change.

Though if not to seek revenge at least meet in the middle where both shall be suited with what they have done and no man or woman shall suffer no more.

 But yet if we do not heed this warning we go towards a dark path where no one shall be able to escape and there will be no hope of ever meeting in the middle or gaining a victory over the system which wastes us and exploits us only to forward some agenda or motive of a man on the hill.