the evils laughing

What am I suppose to do?

Is there no saint in our shore?

Let us suffer forever in pain?

We shout; we write; we share

We find we are still hanging there

Our feet aren't touching the ground

We seem to float but we aren't flying

We are in limbo in the air

What am I suppose to do?

The sky turns dark sometimes sunny

Sometimes the wind blowing hot this way

Maybe it should bring snow once a while

Let us wake up and sound the alarm

But our corrupted leaders turning blind eyes

It will be a hard day soaring of heat in the sky

It seems so unfair none for me and you

We soaked ourselves in sweat and energy

We feed the nation with our taxes

But some get the luck of billions

With just words and corrupted minds

Laughing all the way to the banks

No sweat or tears or a care in the world

They have all the luck they will say

What am I suppose to do?

The evil laughing at will

They have the runners

They plot of ways to gain

They think of ways to punish

All of it through internet laws

It is coming our way

What am I suppose to do?

We can't be living this way

Our pockets feeling empty

Our lives whack in every turn

Is that we want ?