We go through life trying to find ourselves and our positions,
We go to school to learn the oppositions and the facts,
The facts that sit on shelves of silver silence that are never argued or fought back,
Back to the idea of existence,
beaten and battered till our brains are bleeding,
letting the facts react to the position we chose.
We go out to the real world where who we are is who we chose to stand by.
Ruled by the positions we chose and the silver plated rules.
Our lives run on in a line ruled by the chosen.
But we chose them.
Civic duty they call it.
The ones with the widest wallets prevail
Failing is the ones who have to chose,
Choose between suffering or surviving,
Steadily sifting through debt and pain.
Working like slaves for a slice of security,
Working till our arms crack and our backs cave.
“Social security”
A false sense of hope they provide,
To keep us in line.
Working day after day after day for the chosen
But when we break, the money dries up.
Along with our hope.
We chose the wrong position.
But the fact is,
There is no right position.
Welcome to America.