A 2nd Chance
Dedicated to Employers Who Hire But Change Their Minds
I have passed through many worlds and their towns,
I have been through all their ups and downs.
So, when I thought I finally found my happiness
in a scroll in a bottle,
the world takes it away - not too long and in a full throttle.
Rejected and rejected and rejected and rejected,
I push through and through in hopes I will be accepted.
Mental instability, oh how it woes me!
It fills my life and makes me forget all my responsibilities.
Duties neglected, relationships now broken,
a chance for redemption - nothing is spared; all is forsaken.
The Lord knows my heart, knows my soul, and my mind.
I shall leave it to the judges of labor to consider all devices.
Words are no longer enough nor is sincerity,
a second chance in security,
how could one defeat such an obscurity?!
My mind forgets yet my heart lingers...
So, if I am rejected once more, I will cut all my fingers!
Work is not enough. Second chances are not enough.
Staring at a screen is not an excuse. Not responding is recluse.
Can't it be that one may suffer forgetfulness?!
Can't it be that she needs hope?!
Why must one crush her spirit?!
Why can't you just accept her, give her a chance to be the best?!
Man-made gods, rulers of men through use of forced labor,
I despise you in your false honesty when you say, you understand an uprising
but to someone else, you give more of your favor.
Shut up!
Don't speak!
Let the people who tend to your sheep,
the people who sow your harvest,
the people who clean your tables,
the people who work in exchange for your rest...
Let them speak!
Let them be heard!
Chances are to be given,
but not at the expense of being shaken
and unheard!
You twist your cruelty and enshroud it in goodness,
hoping people won't notice, but if I did - it's a matter of time before you lost it!
Your lies, your sham, your masks, your ties!
All will be taken and you can do no thing to stop it!
If you care and understand,
if you know the pains and labors at hand,
then you'd know it's no easy task...
being the second, the third, the fourth or the last.
We work and we work and your rejection kills us.
We need a victory, a win,
to make us feel as if a purpose drove us too fast
until we climbed and climbed and reached the top,
second chances are necessary, but why did you stop?
Want to help someone else?
Leave a penny.
Want to be their eyes,
never leave their sight.
Want to be their savior?
Heed your own advice!
Don't fill our heads with your flattery and cheap sentiments with a price.
Just give us a second chance and do it fast to make it right.
For one day, if they ask what you did in your life,
they'll say you helped people and that you did it by changing your mind.
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