They've lived through the bad times
Dont know the good
And do anything to place on
The table, some food
They've seen their kids die
Of hunger that clawed
It claws on their heartstrings
They search for a God
Theve seen their wives cry
Over labour's pain
As they groaned and they greived
In open, as it rained
And the roam the streets
They have nothing left
Identity or money
Theyre completely bereft.
Where is the mercy?
The goodness of will?
Why are the people's
Intentions so ill?
Where is the proverbial
Touch of the Divine?
How long can they wait
For things to fall in line?
Our eyes are all open
And yet we look on
Hoping these people
Will see a new dawn
Our limbs are all working
And yet we sit still
Fretting over dinner
And the electricity bill..
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