I don’t get why
The poor becomes poorer
The rich becomes richer
Innocent is incarcerated
Contrite is freed
Those who should be crying are laughing
Those who should be laughing are crying
I’ve had enough
I’ve had seen every single thing
Yet for long remained silent and torpid
Now listen to the uproars of my heart
Hear my intentions
Our country has never changed
Only the people that dwells on it
Power has become our God
And money as the ultimate measure of influence
When will we wake up?
To take pride
I couldn’t do much except to keep asking
I am just a one tiny voice and even when I scream out loud
I still can’t be heard
Perhaps, if you scream with me
Someone from above will hear the echoes of our broken hearts.
I love you Phil.
Fix us all and bring back our high hopes to humanity.
There is still time.