Quiet People

OUR PEOPLE ARE PATIENT
HANGING ON WITH THE ANCIENT
THEIR PAIN-LADEN SONG HARDLY DIES
WEARY DANCERS SLUMP DOWN THEIR EYES

OUR PEOPLE ARE TOLERANT
WHEN COWARDS GET MILITANT
THEY WAIT FOR FATE TO CREATE THE CHOICE
BUT LIFE ONLY WAITS FOR THEIR VOICE

OUR PEOPLE ARE FORBEARING
WHERE LOUTS ARE OVERBEARING
THEY BEAR ILLS ONCE UNWANTED
HOW TOUTS TAKE THEM FOR GRANTED

OUR PEOPLE ARE ENDURING
WHEN THE BOURGEOISIE ARE ENSURING
THAT THEY HOLD OUT IN THE FIELDS
THOUGH THEIR BARNS BEAR NOT THE YIELDS

OUR PEOPLE ARE TOO QUIET
THOUGH DEPRIVED OF GOOD DIET
YOU THINK THEY'LL CHANGE IN A WHILE
BUT THEY WATCH THEIR PAIN AND SMILE 

you got it,  if it's not a peom, it's sumthin, well, it wasn't meant to confuse you.
it was meant to wake you up from stoicism and to make you fight against the prevailing injustices in our land.