The shadows of sunshine cross my desk, <br />work like a prison surrounds me. <br />Whom do I turn to? To unlock the discord, <br />of the depressive uncertainty that surround me. <br />Millions line the dole queues, <br />as jobs fall daily to accounting cuts. <br />Life becomes a struggle for daily bread; <br />bills grow like mountains, <br />assaulting the conscious brain. <br />Fists hammer on front doors for monies owing, <br />disturbances cause neighbours <br />to look through corners of curtains, <br />gossip is rife on family’s shame. <br />Millions spent of foreign aid, <br />but what about our own impoverished land? <br />Who is going to give our own a helping hand? <br />The sad look pleading, in hungry despair. <br />Who hears these voices call, <br />only the unfortunate such as they.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/despair-of-uncertainty/
