The heart bleed tears from faces
Entwined with pessimism
Kin to defeatism
Of what cause should we dine?
While our hopes and dreams
Lay in tatters of ruin
Bellies as barren as the land
With echoes of yesteryears
Made one with the blood of Abel
Still wailing for restitution
High hopes for a better end
For the body was dust
Yet the soul lives on, infinite
Weeping lips gone slack
Strength drained
Borne on the wings of neglect
The rich...