You can always tell a middle-class doctor

You can always tell a middle-class doctor
From the way he straightens his tie

They have a calling – some to be doctors some to be priests
Some to be lawyers, some to be generals

It begins as a noble cause
It all begins with a desire to do good

Until the eagles come with iron bars in their claws
And start dropping them all around their houses

All night long,
They listen to the clanging iron bars as they hit the floor

They can be the most innocent of people
But when faced with the working class

They become introspect; they step back
They follow the unwritten rules of class

Thank you, doctor, thank you, priest
Thank you, lawyer, thank you general

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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