The Land Question Hangs

In a world where the land question hangs, A plight unseen by the oblivious eye, Lies the essence of fairness, as it clangs, Echoes of justice, as time passes by. For land holds power, both concrete and vast, It shapes the destiny of those who dwell, A struggle unfolds, present and past, A battle fought through corridors as well. Some claim the soil as their birthright divine, While others yearn for a piece of their own, Inequities persist, an ancient sign, As hearts cry out, their voices set to moan. But let us seek a just and common ground, Where dreams of home can finally be found.