What life is tis,
When good people kiss,
A sweet goodbye to happiness?
The suffering masses,
Of lower classes,
Silently are weeping.
In the land of the living dead,
Where families can’t afford their bread,
Remembrance of the lives once led,
Fill their spirits full of dread.
Dilapidated pieces of real estate,
An emptiness no one can satiate.
Bodies collapsing from all the weight,
Of the suffering imposed on them from the state.
Is this the end of decency?
Where we replace empathy for complacency?
Where the starving all die without dignity,
Is this the end of humanity?