How long shall we wait?
Wait for change
That is there
But never here
How long shall we dance?
Dance to poverty
That is never there
But always here
How long shall we sing?
Sing songs of change
That are never played there
But always on replay here
How long shall we feast?
Feast on empty platters
That are never empty there
But always without here
How long shall we cry?
Cry of tears of anger, brokeness and hurt
When there smiling face always prevail
While here blood always roll from our eyeballs
For how long shall we be like these?
Just how long?
By Mr T. Mandie
