Letter From the Street

We're group of jobless decision makers Parallely arranged in sequences that lead to our leaders' happiness We check marked their names/throw in boxes With hunger and pains in our stomachs Dissatisfactions and sorrows in our veins With bitter words on our tongues. We picked them for better changes Because we're tired renting from corruption Justice system is now a place of negotiation We trusted every single word they said But their tongues sugar-coated those words And we madly believed. We are dying out here Economic growth is awaiting gemination Our daily bread is hardly received/no matter how we tried Strong men with strengths are crying What about our grand mothers and fathers in the real areas There is no job/no freedom/nowhere to go/here is now like hell. _______________________________ Writer/Artist © Artistic Poet