Why?

Why the poor must be oppressed
Like the day’s sun that never rests
Struggling, true, to and fro
Just to exist
How long
No one knows.
Like a grain of sand
That is a glass over and over
Time comes to pass, repeating itself.
Some are told through the eyes of the wise and old
On our feet we shall stand
To give thy neighbor a guiding hand
Through the darkness into the light
Till the oppressors lost their sight
For life’s gift from God above
Who has mercy and understanding love?