Playing The Card We’re Cast In Life


 

How does one play this little game called life

Can we compete with the cards we have been dealt

Or do we barter or mark them to increase our wealth

Hoping for better, serfdom, such a hard hand to play

Has life dealt us a hand full of aces, a life so gay

Or maybe life dealt us kings with a mansion on a hill

Maybe we are blessed with queen’s smiling as the kill

Or maybe a lady with a dagger so don’t ask, don’t tell

Young man, do you wear purple, a crown of the jack

Sowing your oats where you please in your life of glee

A princess has no card, life dictated by the crown of a king

For is it because even a princess is to be not heard only seen

Even a princess is nothing until a queen’s crown she does fulfill

Or, are we just a numbered card, a cast, lower than the dirt

Are we and our lives nothing, discarded without a second thought

Raised to serve the aristocracy, bent backs crawling on our knees

This world’s self proclaimed royalty, their noses high in the breeze

Walking upon the heads and backs of those cast nothing but little cards

After all aren’t the elite is entitled never to give a damn about the working class!

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