For What, I Might Add?
They wake me early,
I'm not the only one.
They count us each day, two by two.
This is no fun.
They feel we may escape,
for what, I might add,
This livin' on you own thing?
It's just a fad.
Now we get dressed.
It's time for breakfast
They give us gruel.
They say it is our strength, it is our fuel.
Now it's time for our learnin',
I wish we were done.
Because I don't know what it feels like
to win or to have won.
It's playtime now.
The big kids pick on me.
I think to myself,
we are all in this together.
Why can't they let me be?
I feel like cryin'
I feel like morphin'
It is the 1940s'
My parents are gone,
and I, am an orphan.
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