Powerless as a Hero
We sit on chair below the tall tree and feel the fresh air
While those people sit on the ground,
Lie on the sand,
Without a bed or a chair
We are proud when we look at the tall buildings,
We feel like we live in a modern environment
But these people are sad when they look at the tall buildings,
Because they can’t enter the buildings
They can’t enjoy the buildings,
They have to make more buildings
Just for making people happy
These people are called “The Workers”
While they stuck in a sheep life,
They still can live as robots
They only could work for themselves,
Can’t help their families out there,
Can’t do anything about themselves,
And they have to keep up
Until the boy that owns them move them
How does it feel to be a robot?
No one knows how it feels like
But, what else we can do?
The bosses in the chairs
The workers in the hood
That’s how they roll
The workers read the good words in their newspaper
But they didn’t realize that all of the words are jokes
Now they are realized
That they are the jokes
They gave up their life
They sacrificed their life only for the happiness of the others
We should call them “Heroes”
Instead of “Workers”
We should put posters in the bosses’ houses
About these heroes life on the roller coaster
And ask the bosses
“Is there any better way to treat these workers?”
By Brian
Comments (1)
Anonymous said
at 9:48 pm on May 6, 2008
This is such a great line. Nicely done!
We should put posters in the bosses’ houses
About these heroes life on the roller coaster
And ask the bosses
“Is there any better way to treat these workers?”
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