A Nation Full of Frustration
Representing a nation
Too consumed by war and invasion,
Who neglect the homeless —
Leaving them sleeping on a box
On the floor of a railway station.
No hopes, no dreams, no money,
Struggling to remember a time
Their stomachs weren’t hollow and hungry,
Wishing back to when they were babies,
Cradled tight in the arms of the ladies who raised these.
For them, life’s not funny —
So down, so depressed,
No help from the government,
Not one ounce of interest.
For them every night spent is frightened,
But they’re sole survivors —
The only warmth they find
Is in the flickering flames of their lighters.
We’re all represented by people
Too consumed by tax and inflation,
A government who’s dragged millions
Into financial frustration.
A country so hungry,
It’s dying of starvation —
A nation that’s crippled,
Ruled by men who are fickle,
And I thought mankind
Was supposed to be civil
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
