It's Becoming Unbearable

Our minds are muddled —like a muddy sea The government's grip—a vice that's tight and strong, Thoughts are tangled —like a knot that won't be free Forcing us to fight, for survival all day long. Our plates are empty —our bellies ache with pain Many stores are closed, like eyes that can't see gain Poverty's dark shadow looms over us like a stain While leaders feast like kings, with wealth that's vain. Youths protest; But their cries like whispers, fade away No trace remains —like sand that's blown by the wind's sway Despite the obvious —who will stand and fight: For justice, for peace, and an end to this plight?