We Might Die

It pealed through our brains like a muffled bell, And racked our ears like an explosion of steam-whistles, Again, in our blood streams, It ran as clear as a trout-brook. We were too blind to see, And very naive to understand, Our parents and teachers didn't tell us the truth, It's now wrecking our gloomy souls to shreds. It has cost us more than we can give, Blood and sweat! And the lives of our fathers, mothers, sons and daughters, Yet, we are still paying the price. It stung like a frozen lash, And staggered the eye, like the sight of water running up hill, Soft as a zephyr and hard like rock, our words treaded, Eventually, we might all die of poverty and pains.