Should Have Seen It Coming!

They are too poor to leave and too weak to be saved
A situation far too common it would seem
Too poor to be trafficked or sunk beneath the waves
They used to shrug and go along but now they scream.
Jackboots are so old fashioned, for now secret courts
Assemble in the brightness of noonday sunlight.
They beg. Plead the unfairness but those pleas distort
The truth - that they chose this from fear or hate or spite.
They railed against the corruption. False choices. Lies!
Roared plagues on all parties as if all were the same.
Partied as if there would be no dawn; showed surprise
That they, beneath oppression's boot, should end in shame.

You should have seen it coming, people of my land
Choosing without compassion kills you in the end.