The Status Quo

My pen yearns for a rise of hope They say hope isn't a strategy, but by it we cope. There's a blast in someone's country home, Women and children are now left to roam. A man got kidnapped in his living room, The neighbors wailed; he was a prospective groom. Another was macheted on his farm while weeding. They say bandits loathe the unyielding. Vigilantes didn't lose vigilance yet lost their lives Brought back home to their wailing wives The police stated it was not their fight Even they are entitled to human rights. The army says they've got weaker weapons And only God should be called upon. Folks lose confidence in the government by the hour. But everything we've lost will come back in showers; Our trust in God is our power. And even in the face of death, we won't cower. So long we live, we will replenish Our smiles and all that has once perished.