Victims of Government

I have waited my summons to the eternal silence Bandied about from mouth to mouth And barricaded the road to truth and lies Beneath the cold glare of the desolate night. Many people have died on this ground Exquisitely stung by the thought I sighed deeply, from a kind of mental depletion Because I know not why my death was delayed. The bullet and stabbed wounds on me were deep My buried hopes have long rotten The bleak future remained darkened And I fell into the blackest melancholies. No job, no shelter, no food, no voice And no respect for our fundamental human rights We have been the victims of bad government And utterly detached from life and the dividends of democracy.