Score Card
Barely out of the womb
And a score card is given
As the count immediately begins
Born into a world of sorrow
Suffering, wars of power
Then it's the end
...what's the point!?!
Did anyone ask a question
Or did servitude arrive with breath
Shall we bow to the system
Until our days are completed in death
Seeing a man along the way
With a cup in his hand
Can't receive a reward
Only those, hard at work
Earning a wage
Can connection afford
The people on the edge
Who dared to live, and failed
Score card destroyed
Humanity has bailed
...the system...or humanity
Can anyone see the TRUTH
Blaring horns roaring
My ears hurt, it's so loud
Take selfie's while you give
Accolades from saints
And never, ever, be without
...a score card
Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-26-2022
Copyright © Trudy Schrader | Year Posted 2022
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