The afflictions of today,
From the whips of known men,
Those ought to preserve us,
Defend the weakness our being,
Not so because wanted it,
Rather the polity created us so,
Making us appear irrelevant and lazy,
A people who just want everything made easy,
Until out voices become noiseless,
Despite the shouts from our bossom,
For redemption,
The whips come higher,
Piercing through our battered souls.
You probably have something to say,
Now that you have joined the wagon,
Thieving the heritage of a people,
Who are suffering in the midst of abundance,
Isn't that a mirage,
Your sons are dying before your eyes,
And you there merrying away,
Your daughters are sold out to the underworld,
There you re throwing parties,
Blocking the streets with canopies and chairs,
Sumptuous meals on the table of your friends,
With pot-belly like those of the Bashan cows,
Now ask me,
What is the gain if humanity?
When they lavish our commonwealth,
Then leave many in the colony of rags?
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