The Distant

The distant people from afar wait For the chance when they become men like us Even though we have similar trait We are separated by the gap of iniquity There is hunger, depression, the unrelenting devil That unleashes itself from hell Crushing these people with a kevel Destroying every aspect about them We have tried to help the distant world Giving them what we can and what we have But the distant is a place of cruel Nothing much seems to change for the brighter Will there be a star in the future that will shine And bring those in need out of their nightmare Will everything be settled and fine Or is it that we have hoped for too much How is it that them and us, of the same kind Are so much different only In our lives, but not in our mind Yet, they are still waiting