About past glories
Armies ever younger.
Those in power
Fear and cower
Not for them
The scourge of hunger.
Days go past, they go so fast
They do not last as much, as they once used to.
Fake news and propaganda, economies that wander
Away from young and poor folk, to feed the idle rich.
And when it comes the time to vote,
When politics resembles a leaky boat.
There’s no difference when the parties switch,
Subdued by their promised, short-term, lying pitch.