Why The People Cry Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Time we're given to be living,
Loses its grip.
And the time we're given to be living,
Slips from us quick.
The time we're given to be living,
Has more conflicts.
And those who are rich,
Get the benefit of it.

Why?
The people cry.
Why?
The people cry.
Why?
The people cry...
'When we pay the taxes.'

Why?
The people cry.
Why?
The people cry.
Why?
The people cry...
'We let them stand on our backs.'

In the time we're given...
People live with less happiness had,
In the time we're living...
People put up with trash that they pass,
In the time we're given...
People are robbed of cash they don't have,
In these times we're living.

Why?
The people cry.
Why?
The people cry.
Why?
The people cry.
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
The people cry.
Why?
The people cry.
Why?
The people cry...
Why are we the ones we beat,
To have repeatedly defeated.

Why?
The people cry.
Why?
The people cry.
Why?
The people cry.
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
The people cry...
Who is it that we're pretending,
To defend...
When we self inflict without end.