There are horrors
That you do not see.

The child with bruises
Crying quietly.

The falsely accused
Trying to break free.

The woman shaking
With uncertainty.

You spread fear with your bombs
And terrorist songs.

But people battle every day,
And fear won’t scare their
Lives away

Job type

Heart attack
Work going home
And then coming back
Work in the evening
And in the morn
Think about work from
The first crack of dawn
Fingers keep typing
Fire off those emails
Work through your lunch
Work on the train
Writing reports till
They drive you insane
Work hard for your future
That’s what they said
Starts to fill you with dread
Tears at night time
Time to get a
Less noisy job