By Ryanne Czarina Villegas
Will you ever be satisfied?
You’ve taken the world at your feet,
Forsaken the people and fed them lies,
Does that still feed your pride?
The silence is loud—too loud
Do you not hear the calls and the pleas?
The duty you swore, betrayed, and disavowed,
While children bargain with their knees?
Will you ever be satisfied?
The echo of sadness, the weight of despair,
The voices grow louder no matter where you hide.
I’m sure you can hear them, they’re everywhere.
Justice has gone quiet—too quiet
Do you not see the futures that you steal?
The sorrow that floods the streets in riot,
While you stuff yourselves with Michelin meals?
Will you ever be satisfied?
The nation you stained with blood-soaked hands,
Must you take away its honor,
Like you stripped away its colors?
The skies are grey—too grey
You were given this power to change,
You used it instead to hold your people in chains.
Still, for the good of the nation, you say?
You silence the voices, yet they remain.
They gather in shadows, they drown in truth.
They sharpen their cries like a blade in the rain,
A storm that will one day come for you, too.
You will never be satisfied.
No amount of power and riches can fill your greed.
Do you feel the rumbling beneath your feet?
The people have come to collect, so hear their hearts beat.
