We Starve

Like in a dungeon we live, Full of dissatisfaction and high charges of stuff With no sign of reduction but expansion As if we were victims of famine In a famished land. The rainbows of intercession speak not, And the markets, missing their right positions; In our little wages we battle with the economy But it seems it's overcoming us Starve! Starve!! Starve!!! We the people starve. Our entrusted statesmen speak in silence; And the self-absorbed merchants’ tradeoff Harbours gossips in towns, Leaders not knowing their fiats would fix some aspects. Sometimes, we reason if for any cause to choose, Or are there not scrupulous folks in the bar to judge? Where are the representatives in parliament? Because we are hungry and weary! It has drowned us in the sea devoid of hope and confidence to live For we are afraid to face the fate. Starve! Starve!! Starve!!! We the people starve. O yes, we cry for a transformation So that we can dance as a happy generation. The economy has become tougher, That if a head earns a thing— to feed his parts— It'll be of no satisfaction. Insomuch that this is happening, we are left with no good: But some are seduced to unlawful acts; While some are yet willing to chide till eternity. If ethics drive into our predicament, We shouldn't be starved. Our need then calls for an earthly saviour Who could buy us redemption For we starve. Starve! Starve!! Starve!!! We the people starve.