why do you love me, risky job?
The job that exposes the real me.
The job that makes me to think good about myself,
The job that makes me to think bad about myself.
The job that makes me to feel myself.
The job that makes me to serve my dear country but greed enough to make me to forget my dear family.
The job that makes me to forget where I'm coming from and my hood.
The job makes me to value my riffle more than my life, but yet it tells me to use my discretion.
The risky job makes me to value respect.
The job that makes me to salute the rank on the man's shoulder but not the man putting on the uniform.
The job that makes me to feel inferior in front of my superior, but I feel the enjoyment of being the most superior in front of my subordinates.
The risky job makes my superior not to welcome my ideas.
But how do I go about welcoming my subordinates ideas in these risky job?
The risky job tells me my age does not matter but my rank matters.
The risky job tells me my knowledge is limited to my rank.
The risky job tells me that living long is not certain but death certain.
but I believe I won't die young.
The risky job tells me to cry no more,
better days ahead.
Tell my mama and lover that I love the risky job.
©horlar
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