RedRavenPoems

What goes up, always falls back down

The good times turn, the bad come around.

Take it with a grain of salt

Solder on and never stop.

Is that really all we can do?

I feel like there’s more, do you?

We work all day, struggle at night

There is no end to daily plight.

The only end is a darkened light

Where we spiral downward out of sight.

No control despite our might.

I do not think this is right!

Our pockets empty. Our souls are heavy.

The burdens we carry a plague to many.

Is it any wonder we have had enough?

That we cry this is too much!

Band together, take a stand

This is our home, it is our lands.

Why should we struggle and cry

Barely managing to stay alive?

The rich get richer, the poor grow worse.

We vainly fend off hunger and thirst.

It needs to stop. It needs to end.

It’s time for a new turn. Greater things to begin.