Tide's turn

I feel abandoned and rejected As I restrained myself and never reacted What would I have benefited out of it? Nothing! As they would have declared me insane and unfit In both the ways I was looser They always said’ eggers are not choosers’ Either I had to cooperate in their evil design Or silently withdraw and resign It was great harm going to be done All my great efforts and work was going to be in vane They wanted to hoard the grain in draught I had very laboriously collected it and brought Many families were to be provided food grain As there was scarcity and no rain Large chunk of areas were severely facing shortage It was very difficult to manage I feel like to cry in open for colossal waste The poor and hungry are without any rest They get nothing to cool down their belly The food is wasted but still not considered silly There is no one to cry along with me in open There is no way left to insist upon All have been gifted with thick skin No one cares if poor dies of bad feeling God has gifted us with enough to eat If we fail as human then we are totally unfit What else can be termed as shame? Whom else we can pass on the blame? I can do nothing as simple countryman The life has become cheap and mean We want others to suffer at our greed We have enough to last and are able to feed Farmers are committing suicide The gulf is increasing and becoming wide I wish I end the life instead witness How can I see the plight on my face? I lament countrymen’s apathy They show no courage and sympathy] Why tyrant’s and hoarders can’t be shown the doors? When country belongs to them and blessed for? I must rise and resist Take along many to insist If country can be saved from further burning? It will be worth taking chance for tide’s turning