Disposable

Replaceable people
All the disposable people
Left by the exist
Pushed out the door
None of us are irreplaceable
Sitting by the wayside
Refugees of society
Deposed like poppy seeds
Lost in profit margins
Faceless, nameless people
On the other side of tomorrow
The butterfly effect reflecting
Do you recognize the face
The one looking at you in the mirror
Negotiating with your soul
On the dark side of reality
All the disposable people
Do you recognize any faces in the crowd
It could have been you