herfinator
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...camp? Paper
All you know is what you see
But we see so much more than that.
You tell us we need degrees
We know that's not where life is at.
You all see success in paper
A B.S., M.D., et al,
You work so hard to get that paper
Just to hang it on your wall.
Paper says you get green paper
Is that paper really all?
Take a match and light your paper-
Watch your paper empire fall.
Your excuse is "All need paper,"
Could it be that you're afraid?
Watching people with no paper
Take green paper you'd have made?
"Take four more years to get ahead,
Guaranteeing better life."
"Doctor's brains are in your head,
Your hands need stethoscope and knife."
You don't know the death of artists!
At least, not until we're gone.
The scary part is, in the smartest,
While we're dead our hearts beat on.
Shoved through big doors like Jewish men,
From when Hitler was alive.
But we, though we step out again,
Though we live, we're not alive.
Then, there were concentration camps.
Our big doors lead to college.
We trade our minds, those magic lamps,
Creativity for knowledge.
But Auschwitz had survivors still,
And you cannot kill the dead.
Thought dead by your world -- not until
You've removed what's in our heads.
This one last thing you cannot do,
To exorcise creation.
I fight, I write, to defy you
And paper's desecration.
Yeah, it's a few years old (2002, I believe, my 2nd year in college), and no, it's not my most brilliant work . . . opinions?
Will this get me hate mail from real concentration camp survivors?
Thanks all!
. . . and yes, the repetition of "paper" as a rhyme for itself is intentional.
All you know is what you see
But we see so much more than that.
You tell us we need degrees
We know that's not where life is at.
You all see success in paper
A B.S., M.D., et al,
You work so hard to get that paper
Just to hang it on your wall.
Paper says you get green paper
Is that paper really all?
Take a match and light your paper-
Watch your paper empire fall.
Your excuse is "All need paper,"
Could it be that you're afraid?
Watching people with no paper
Take green paper you'd have made?
"Take four more years to get ahead,
Guaranteeing better life."
"Doctor's brains are in your head,
Your hands need stethoscope and knife."
You don't know the death of artists!
At least, not until we're gone.
The scary part is, in the smartest,
While we're dead our hearts beat on.
Shoved through big doors like Jewish men,
From when Hitler was alive.
But we, though we step out again,
Though we live, we're not alive.
Then, there were concentration camps.
Our big doors lead to college.
We trade our minds, those magic lamps,
Creativity for knowledge.
But Auschwitz had survivors still,
And you cannot kill the dead.
Thought dead by your world -- not until
You've removed what's in our heads.
This one last thing you cannot do,
To exorcise creation.
I fight, I write, to defy you
And paper's desecration.
Yeah, it's a few years old (2002, I believe, my 2nd year in college), and no, it's not my most brilliant work . . . opinions?
Will this get me hate mail from real concentration camp survivors?
Thanks all!
. . . and yes, the repetition of "paper" as a rhyme for itself is intentional.