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?
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