If we’re told we’re an asset   Why are we treated   Like a problem   And if you brake our dreams   Do our hearts not go to sleep      Like a dump for broken dreams   Is how this country seems   Splinters of dreams   So it feels      If we’re always discouraged   If time for us can’t be afforded   If an open heart   Gets crushed down   What then is rewarded      In this world inside a jar   Our jobs are all we are   You are like a ghost   If you have none   When they say we have no use   They must be deaf and blind   Why should we take abuse   I pay no mind      If everything’s perfunctory   Only made half-heartedly   If all is done by default   What is done from the heart      Like a dump for broken dreams   Is how this country seems   Splinters of dreams   So it feels   How come no one sees   We’re just categories   We live and die   By rank