Politics Pain

The hate of knowing The sad hopelessness vivid My country still survives all poverty, famine, violence and injustice Our babies crying for help Their mothers seeking for milk We pray to God to not forget us But we neglect all good thoughts and ideas From nothing to say Much less to aspire We wait for the bruises and blood Of a conspiracy, nature and nation convicted with bad signs Beautiful and healthy people getting richer and aligned But the real women and men transpire to get their work done and effort assign Still, we imagine that the government is too filthy for change Wondering if our parents want their grandchildren to suffer and fight for something that they already claimed Help! Stop these new developers from changing the world into a large network pacific spy station Real kisses are no longer the achievement of the lovers and romantic flames Oh, if these words mean anything Ask them to be warriors of the everyday customary pain