Through the battered eyes
The pain is visible
the tears of children
who don't understand
truth is melting away
slowly drip by drop

Into the deafening ears
the old men moan
the infants screech
the families sob
the music goes faint
drying out with the years

Under the calloused fingers
the ground is to dry for agriculture
money is passed away
the feeling of another hand in yours is absent
freedom has been taken from our weak grasp
it is no longer in our control

The love left in our swollen hearts
is too small to share
for some, it is all gone
luckily reality isn't as bad as this
but this could be the future
let's not let that happen!