Hopelessly Living Poem by Paris Thulare

What is the use of imploring whilst the sky is dark?
What is the use of waiting when those that lead care less of us?
We the poor are alwayscriticized
Those in the 1st class carriageare on the safest side

What is the use of hoping whilstmy heart is red of weeping pains?
What is the use of counting stars whilst the rest are covered by theseselfish clouds?
What is the use of praying whilst those that I get play dices with me?

For how long have I been saying grace
Whilst I lose thosethat I love?
For how long shall I keep on starring at the hands of the law?
Whilst my mates run with bachelors
It's either bribe or you remain behind
With no connection there is none to find

Was I praying for such badluck?
Or when I pray I make a face of a duck?

I've been taken for granted is fine
I've been suffering with benignity
Yet I draw the line
My journey to beingholy stops here
That face of frowny stays here
I will pick one on my way up