The Voice
A POEM
All my life the people grin
When they stare at the hungry, the thin
These suffering people never seem to win
And this is where democracy begins
Fire, lightning, Electricity, death
Murder of creatures and endless debts
Confusing it is that it’s we who wept
When the sun of our lives set
Shatterers, Breakers, Dimwits, Takers
We are the earth’s favorite shakers
As we give tips to the early wakers
We are a ragtag bunch of liars, of fakers
So please come here and hear my prayers,
Instead of writing those all talk-no-do papers
As our planet in front of us tapers
No one seems to want to reach out and hear-
The VOICE.
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