The Long Walk To A Short Death

The war-torn mothers grieve and gravid in despair
as diaspora rip their families apart, rice and beans
the squalid supply of the weak and helpless, yet, they're
thankful for that; the push of greed becomes ever 
more complacent among the suppressed many, the
battle is hardly an equal match of resistance, they're
death walking into another closed gate, no one wants
to feed and shelter these impoverished people, yet the 
good say, "God bless them all," while slapping their
spoons to their sated faces, let the government handle 
this atrocity, let the rich feed these hungry displaced
people and politicians will say "no, go away, we can't feed
another human, we need our tax breaks," and the 
world turns and the wealthy live like kings while
our earth is dying in a heap of trash driven by the 
elites and their covetousness and graspingness to 
put things out of reach for the less fortunate, the 
ultra-elites have poisoned every stream, river, 
and lake, our once fertile land now is contaminated
with radioactive waste illegally dumped across the 
great divide, our land has become a barren desert,
water will be high as gold, food will be diamonds,
and peace on earth will be ravens cloaked as doves,
our rulers will dig their holes and will bury their 
sad heads in them, but we will fight for our lives,
and earth will heal thyself and swallow another 
mass extinction.