We Starve
Like in a dungeon we live
Full of hostility and high charges of stuffs
With no sign of induction and reduction
As if we were victims of famine
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 trade-off
Not knowing their fiats would fix some aspects.
Sometimes, we reason if for any cause to choose
Or are there not bona fide folks in the bar to judge?
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 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 done with no good:
But some are seduced to unlawful acts;
While some are willing to chide till eternity.
If ethics drive into our predicament,
We shouldn't be starved:
Our need calls for an earthly saviour
Who could bestow us redemption
For we starve.
Starve! Starve!! Starve!!!
We the people starve.
Copyright © Albert Boima | Year Posted 2023
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