Strife Hold yourself in what you can contain Is it your job in what you can pertain? Soldiers go forward in the battle with strain In life's trials we pray to God in vain No pity, no selfish doubt I wish there was no jealousy so we don't stress out In this war game, I count But, the company will forfeit a gout Only pain in the distance; no where to strive If there was more better chance to survive Last chance for the economy to stay alive If only the politics would play fare Then everybody wouldn't be on wellfare to tear When God calls us back to His heavenly home never to fearAll Rights Reserved
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