The Unwilling

Voices silenced
Gone, missing
Stripped from the just
Given to the unwilling 
Profit and gain
From oil and grain
Only for those with
A manipulative brain
Leaving the controlled
With just misery and pain
Violence and anger
Spreading like a 
brand-new strain
While we glint at blood
Pouring like the freezing cold 
Winter rain 
Among the ruins and 
skeletal remains
Withdrawing landscapes 
slowly morphing into 
terrifying soundscapes
I fear most refuse 
to see and hear