Reality's Call

It's harder to forgive when you've always be forgotten; Disregarded, paid no attention, hardly acknowledged; Left there, alone, to drown in a sea of sorrow; Dreading the possibility of making it to tomorrow. Fists clutched, facing down to the floor, you open your mouth, yet you're still unsure. Feelings unannounced, forever left a mystery. No benefits, make you a lost soul in history. Unethical practices are leaving us in misery When bureaucratic scoundrels are treating us like fishery. But then there comes a time when we're due for a change. That's when true men speak, and cowards cease to rearrange.