Unfair

Life is so unfair.

I sit here and stare at a wall.

Hidden in a dark alleyway, the answers are there but,

you can not see them for they are written in black ink.

I sit here thinking to myself,

"WHY DO THE BIGWIGS HAVE IT SO GOOD?"

Why do we sit here and wait for a chance at redemption,

when they sit there with their pockets full of gold,

laughing at our miseries.

We sit here and wait for what we have worked for,

yet it's still an arm's length away.

We, the common folk, wait and listen,

for the chance to be heard, but to be shot down,

for we have one common goal, to rise up and lead.

But that day will never come.

Author's Note

yeah it doesnt rhyme, and I realise that but try and get the message either way will ya?

Reviews

[karmic]

It always seems unfair when knowing someone above you is pulling all the shots, and you just a target. Your message was really good, but you just need to learn how to deliver it better.