BETTER DAYS

Better days are on its way, they say
But then, what is the delay
By the way, who are "the they"?

The “they” whom you never see
Do they get paid to say “better days are on its way?”
So that we can say, “they say”.

Where are the better days?
Is it only for a selective few?
That does not necessary needs pay.

Does money play a part?
In the rich fools heart?
That will never reach you from the start
For the poor will be at it like a dart.

Who will understand the ways?
Of the poor and needy heart?
When the rich go on horse back
While the poor and outcast goes on foot

The poor looks for a place to sleep
Something to eat
God you see and do not sleep
Save us from the deep
In your own time and way

So …. Where are the better days
Spoken by so many
If the underdogs, run around without any money.
Having to steal for something that “they” called pay.

The rich cant’s sleep in the park
For the night will be disturbed
By the stray dogs bark

The poor sleeps like a king in the park
For not even the stay dog will have to spark
It only bark at the moon
For in the poor person’s pocket is only something calls doom.

The rich says “let us sign the deal”
The poor man says “please buy me bread”
But somewhere between rich and poor
Is death standing at the door?

Better days may come tomorrow
But then who is the thieve that hinders
Better days while we are on our pillow?

The thieve only come to steal rob and destroy
And the poor, only gash their teeth
Even if they are false
And can’t eat any beef.

The rich and famous does not have to say
“Better days are on the way”
For they have their better days right now
And their pay cheques that matches many people’s entire lives pay.

Why does God allow certain things…
To happen in our lives?
God answer me soon, for my very bones
Are dried up and I feel deprived
Even my food taste like stones.
But yet, I will trust you Lord.

As for me I will trust the Lord
Even if “they” say better days are on the way
Let us not believe what “they” say
Even if they only rely on their pay.