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Jobless Seizure
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The CHILDREN and the WORLD Darn.
Oh my sense and sensibility,
Where art thou?
Pay check find me.
I cannot reap, I have not sown.
These trends of globalization,
Has long trapped our nation.
Rights traded, and for lesser cost,
The First Worlds grin at human diamonds.
Growth! Opportunities! Work!
Where art thou?
Seems your a million miles away.
Stay- in danger. Leave- still in danger.
I am alienated by economic events,
Inherited the perpetual disease of my nation.
Everyone wants to escape- and go where?
Anywhere but here- and history repeats itself.
No! Not me- I won't give up! Not Yet.
C'mon! Let me have my rightful room.
This is my land, my country, my riches!
Never should I retreat in tears.
I guess my sense and sensibility found me.
But resources are still in state of scarcity.
Growth! Opportunity! Work! Pay check- find me!
Before I knock my own head and see a better reality.
That it is indeed anywhere- but here.
