Week theme: Societal Values

Been thinking of a theme for this week, but then I stumbled upon a discovery of the pains the society cause it's members:
I am a broken people
I have broken dreams 
Slowly losing hope
as I watch my live
pass before my eyes 
as in a film.
I want to be loved 
By He whom I selected
not ignored
Same person who claim he was made
from this sand 
I make him my leader 
But then He dusts of the sand.
Steps on me like a ruler 
With claims He is refined 
I will Arise!

I Am the cry of the people 
I am the hungry mass
forced to live in starvation 
I am in the lowest class
He called me lazy 
cause I stretch my hands 
To receive milk like a baby 
covered with dirt 
in the streets 
I know it is lazy 
But is this not my land ?
Rich habitation flowing with milk and honey?
am I just an abandoned monkey?
I desired the honey
and was willing to work for it 
but He wanted it all 
So pushed me to the ground.
But now will I rise!!

My rights I will give to no man 
No man except me shall lead my clan 
I am the hope of the future 
I am the bind and the suture 
I shall unite my brothers 
call forth the others 
and together 
WE SHALL ARISE 
above the dusts of time 
Above hungry beggars 
waiting for food stamps on line 
we will fight for our cause 
we will stand as a force 
Until once again our nation 
Respects all of us.
Then we shall reclaim our lost glory 
Lambs we may be 
BUT WE WILL RISE AND RISE AGAIN UNTIL LAMBS BECOME LIONS!!!

ABOUT POEM:
I is the society, and He is the government. The pains of a careless government is never felt by the government, but by the masses. 
This poem was written 6am(West African time) on 26th January 2016. (Cliché date) 

About Author:I.am.Oma.

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