Ridden by the high and mighty,
Drawn by the low and downtrodden,
To do with as they well please,
Not minding anyone they displease.

To an injustice, what justice?
To torture, what reprisal?
To ******, what reawakening?
To arson, what renewal?

To hurt, what healing?
To war, what rebuilding?
To hate, what love?
To oppression, what expression?

To apartheid, what equal rights?
To racism, what humanity?
To nepotism, what equal opportunity?
To terrorism, what love and affection?

The world over,
Here and there,
Great dehumanisation,
People have been reduced,
To banana peel thrown by the sidewalk;

No significance is given,
To the soul that makes us equal,
Man turns upon man,
At the slightest provocation;

Throats are slit,
Blood is spilled,
Innocent heads, vital organs,
Harvest ed without remorse;

Blood is currency,
Ritualists offer for wealth,
Whether known or unknown,
People vanish, bodies are found;

But where did we go wrong?
We've turned our backs?
On the Almighty,
And faced evil, squarely;

Why do we inflict pain on others,
Throw families into sorrow,
***** life out of human beings,
As though pinching a lit candle?

Oh, what cruelty!
Visited upon the vulnerable,
Left to the whims of the wicked,
And the caprices of the malevolent;

So, will justice come?
Can these damages be repaired?
For all these iniquities,
What price?

Dear vulnerable People of State,
I come with pieces,
Of my broken heart on a wooden plate,
But for how long, these wicked policies?

Now we know, yes,
Reasons they gave, no?
Left their mess,
A lot of it, they let flow;

Hiding behind all sorts,
The people languish in lockdown,
Emboldened by haughty retorts,
They leave the vulnerable roam about town;

While they grow in ****** riches,
Their falsehood follows beyond reaches,
As tears wash over several cities,
They keep up their brazen stone faces

Perhaps the people are incapable,
Of producing anything good,
They'd do anything for food,
Even everything stinkingly improbable;

For how can one explain,
The corruption at the tower,
How the prominent, with disdain,
Treat the commoners they rode to power?

One thing only, that I ask,
That the people of state,
Remember the time of need,
How they left you to bleed;

Turned their backs on you,
Manufactured beneficiaries,
Profited from your need,
Out of stupidity and greed;

Don't forget in a hurry,
Lest in time all get blurry,
Abandoned you to your need,
Took everything, and your seed;

And gave you much excuses,
Why you must suffer,
Cast because of tongue and creed,
Deaf and blind to your very need.

By the time,
This lockdown is over,
There'd have been a tectonic shift,
In the balance of World Power!

Really? Without finances?
Who told you?
Even with all the finances,
Much hatred comes through.