we never leave

we're tired of waiting for what's sweet
life's far too sour thus unrelieved
we wanted more but were deceived
we face this lack of drink and meat
with open eyes and hurried feet
too long our hearts were sad and grieved
but we knew just what we believed
we're silent but we ought to bleat
a moment's rest and on we press
our journey has no proper destination
and we would be upset to reach the end
our lives require more than just redress
each of us best knows the situation
but cannot help the movement or the trend