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.
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