Boot Camp

I have been patient

And now I want to break loose

It is time for leave

 

But there is work, yet

To be done before the end

There is no rest here

 

Duties fill my mind

My hands from scrubbing

There is no laughter

 

There is little joy

Marching under the hot sun.

Day by day by day

 

Our spirits are stained

We neither wilt nor blossom

Work under pressure

 

No play-time no fun

Up the hill like Sisyphus

Dread the daily run

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