"Is it our world?"

There are so many people,
Who just can't eat a bread,
There are so many ideas,
Which can't be spread.

In this 21st century,
We can't have a dream,
Because we are the poorest,
In this crisis we need to swim.

People aren't toys,
But politicians want to make it true,
They control the market,
And money control us too.

In our houses,
Reign the poorness,
From our jobs,
We bring it less.

We need to believe,
That we can do this,
But instead of it,
This train we insist to miss.

People just can't choose,
In this "democracy",
We can't do anything,
Is it a kind of illiteracy?