DAYS OF OUR LIVES

The world has become numb 
To its occupants cries and pain
It's heart is seven times callous 
Submerged in an ocean
Of guilt and permanent stains 

Blindness dwells in the conscience of man
He is consumed by evil
Led about by greed and corruption 
Creating chaos and devastation in the land 

The middle class like an ox eats grass
Working their fingers to the bone 
Fifteen hours a day 
Laborers, wondering far away from home
Living in fear of their student loans 

The poor is covered with purifying sores
Willing to eat the scraps that falls 
From the rich man's door 
But his mansions are secured 
With electric fences and armed guards 
So even the crumb from his table
Is confined to his yard

And so oppression thrives 
In the lives of the middle class 
And the poor of this world 
Who struggles day by day 
Just to survive 
These are the days of our lives.

Wilford Barker.