(Philosophy Poem) We Chose This

WE CHOSE THIS

 

Was the last thing we had no choice about: the womb

Did we have a choice to come out, or to stay in and die

True: Our skin color and our parents these were just a fluke

The Country we were born in doesn’t mean we have to die there

Now, please bend me your ear and lend me a piece of your time

 

Many say where we live or die, we have no choice, for most, not so

The civilized world lets us walk or run away once 18 years in time

We choose to keep our nose clean or to smoke those little pipes

In the West Education is forced, many places people would kill for

We choose to work for a ride or we can steal it from a parking lot

 

We choose the kind of career we have by the lessons we chose to learn

If we are unhappy where we are at in live: set in motion a plan to leave

If you are the one who said I do, to a total fraud the answer is D-I-V-O-R-C-E

We choose to be a Hillbilly, Cowboy, a Yankee, or a dude, it is all up to us

Whether we choose to be kind or not: Heaven or Hell, it’s up to us, we choose