Through
Their Eyes
We
were the kids society threw away, Our
parents worked hard to keep poverty at bay. We
played in dirt and with broken toys, But
somehow we managed to be happy girls and boys. We
were subjected to corporal punishment in schools, But
for most of us we learned not to be fools.
Our
cities were crowded and overrun with crime, And
a lot of us didn't make it to our prime. We
were born to large families and lived in slums, But
somehow most of us became way more than just bums. Some
of us were children of immigrants, others just of the poor, But
we all faced the same closed door.
Before
there was welfare to make a career of, There
were many hurtles we had to work hard to rise above. There
was no system on which we could depend; It
was for ourselves we were left to fend. In
family, religion, and country we were raised to believe, Of
our rights and freedoms we were not naive.
For
the most part our futures seemed bleak, But
we worked hard to turn them bright, we were not weak. We
were forced to grow up hard and fast, And
the honor and pride of our days is a thing of the past. To
the history books we're the nameless many, the little guy, But
it was our beliefs, lives, and sacrifices this country was molded
by.
We
helped to build the nation you no longer hold dear, We
sacrificed so much for current generations to forget; this is what I
fear. It
seems as if our hard ships and trials were for nothing if no one
learned, It's
terrible, the direction in which this country has turned.
Then
maybe our four father's thoughts; if we could hear them beyond the
grave, As
they look across this divided country they can no longer strive to
save. It
seems as if we've forgotten the things they fought for and their
numerous cries, If
we could only see things through their eyes.
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