The Greatest Depression

How did we end up here?

Everything is upside down,

I'm surprised some are still around

Life has been meaningless

Searching for joy, and praying for bliss

Only to end up abyss

Nothing comes to fruition

Maybe I should've trusted my intuition

Something said go,

But I chose to stay

Now look where I lay

Helpless and alone

Poor meat and bones

Dog scraps are all that's left

The others took the weft

Naked and afraid

Overworked and underpaid

These lands are for the brave

But like cowards we live under a cave

What happened to signs and wonders?

Did they go with the lightening and thunder?

Is this where it ends?

Or is there still time to make amends?

But who could save this life from the strife and evil it lived?

Who can restore freedom and make the world still?