The plight of the Giant's - FALSE HOPE

The heart of men is filled with greed

Only to envelope all that their hearts needs.

This great nation has been ruled by the old

And their betrayals and deceit are all that could be told.

The weeklings among us suffer more

For the ones we think we could call left us to fall.

When they wish to be in the position of power

They turn to the poor for support,

But when they've got it, the poor are seen as disturbance to the country

Disregarding their opinions and rendered useless their efforts

To the rich of their kind, they give all the trophy.

Now we only gaze and cry

Because we do not know who amongst Them to trust

Who will listen to the voice of the poor so we only sigh

We hustle at dawn

But empty at dusk we return.

Our land is rich with all to make us better

But who will help us achieve our aim

Our leaders we took as fathers

But they do not regard us same.

Their vows were hopeful

But most of their words were lies

When they get the seat,they become awful

Careless of the poor as starvation make them die.

We call to the most high

The king of all kings

The one that forever lives,

To help us bring the best leader

That will help us forget all that once made us bitter.

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