Inside dark rooms

Without windows

We are locked

Our loud cries

Only deafening us

While we’re mocked

By them

Who proudly drive

High-end mobiles

And hugely display

Plushy lives

Come elections time!

Their comfort zones

Are greatly disturbed

As they’re perturbed

By the unknown future

Then you’ll find them

Even in the nooks

Of our dark spaces

Crooning us lies

Thinking we’re goons