So this it's what it's like. To have no control over your destiny. No freedom of choice. To have the next phase of your life decided for you and your own vote is not taken to account. If only I did this, if only I did that, what have I done wrong, questions self quizzed that can never be answered anyway. The long fateful walk the Jews took out of Germany when the Nazis took their belongings, land and pride.
As is mine. I shall never be looked at with respect anywhere in the near future. All because the road to a better place was never opened up for me. Did I have the characteristics to survive? I bloody thought I had. Do I have the want? Definitely. Plus the incentives were attractive. Alas, I can only dream of such a place. With little resources I have, the long walk to freedom shall be tough. As I count the days, ration my resources, my heart will bleed with envy at the thought of other friends taking the better route.
What does a man equipped with the knowledge of medicine do? He does not receive the respect he deserves. So he heals, cleans up the wounds of the fallen and when they're fixed enough they walk off with a huff, never even muttering a word of thanks, when all these while they groaned in pain the man with the knowledge of medicine patches them up. They will forget. They will never apprecieate the toil of the man with the knowledge of medicine.
And thus begins, the long, sad road to freedom.
As is mine. I shall never be looked at with respect anywhere in the near future. All because the road to a better place was never opened up for me. Did I have the characteristics to survive? I bloody thought I had. Do I have the want? Definitely. Plus the incentives were attractive. Alas, I can only dream of such a place. With little resources I have, the long walk to freedom shall be tough. As I count the days, ration my resources, my heart will bleed with envy at the thought of other friends taking the better route.
What does a man equipped with the knowledge of medicine do? He does not receive the respect he deserves. So he heals, cleans up the wounds of the fallen and when they're fixed enough they walk off with a huff, never even muttering a word of thanks, when all these while they groaned in pain the man with the knowledge of medicine patches them up. They will forget. They will never apprecieate the toil of the man with the knowledge of medicine.
And thus begins, the long, sad road to freedom.
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