Hear Me, My Country Poem by Mac Adrone Adonay

I walked to the aisle of void and hollows
Where the wailing whispers sound for pains
I saw the trembling door, so old and closed
And beside it, there are throbbing veins
Who beckon the men to unite
And to carry a torch of light
That will break the shadows of injustice
Which are laid inside the minds of the tycoons
Wounding the hearts of men who strive for peace
O, I heard the laughters of the proud goons,
Help me my country, hear my cries!

My feet felt the roughness of poverty
It slices my bones and my heart bleeds,
Releasing a blood from the agony
Of the poor people that are in needs!
I am just a teenager, what shall I do?
My companions- the children of hope are few!

I gazed to the face of the economy
Where false services and products grow
I look on the evil actions clearly
And the men received the cruel blow
Enduring the bites of a pang,
Tasting sarcasm's bitter tang
Why they are oftenly discriminated
Why the scruples always come to them,
Where is equality and why it is dead?
Why the poor suffered the dark system?
Help me my country, hear my cries!

My soul tastes the savor of quackery
It is venomous like a poison
That injects the touches of tyranny
Dwelling beneath the somber season
And everytime the atrocity accrue,
The sad rumors wound and weaken my sinew

Into the society's path, I ride
The wheels of hope stumble to the road
And they rest on the dreary bleeding side
Which lies on the government's abode
People fight for justice and peace
But they're losers on the rallies
Why- 'cause their foes were controlled by money
The wealthy men strike them on their weaknesses
So the needy fall in jeopardy
They fail to reach their dreams of peace and changes
Hel me my country, hear my cries!

My friends, the deceivers are everywhere
Let us wake up and stand strong for truth
We know that good things and actions will bear
So let's bring examples to the youth
Look on the present times, nasty things happened
And it's not the day for us to be frightened.

Help me my dear country and hear my cries
I want to help the birds and the trees
Stone-hearted men and calamities rise
And I can't feel the nature's cool breeze
What'll I do, they are powerful
The lovers of corruption rule!
But as I live, I shall not let them reign
With their guns, they may shoot, injure and kill me
But for my fellow men, I'll take the pain
And I will not stop writing a poetry
Help me my country, hear my cries!

I know that problems aren't in the country
But in the servants, in the people
Why? - because their selfish desires don't flee
Then what happened- the citizens fall!
They may deny it, but still I will fight
And why? for I know what I did was right.

I have only one reason why I write,
That is to bring a light, to bring a light...