MANNA-FEST-O

There words that manifest,

Sometimes they be sounding like,

A Manifesto.

I try to hide behind others blind eyes,

But I can still see,

This don't have to be.

It don't take a degree,

To know the philosophy on humanity.

We have the sick that can't see,

Ones in the fight, with no end in sight.

How did this come to be?

What happened to society?

What happened to the value of life?

When did we give up the fight?

Where we pay the price,

Without thinking twice.

And just roll the dice in this game of life.