Outburst of feelings

You've already gotten bored of eating homely wheat, But my little lads have absolutely nothing to eat. You regret being locked up and can't play on the street, But we've thousands of miles to go on our bruised feet. You never feel blessed that you have shade, You hanker for more though you have adequate aid. You applaud the doctors, you give roses to the soldiers, But we suffer silently on an endless path beset with boulders. My two young kids ask, "When we will reach home , Dad?" They look up to me for an answer, their faces sad. Perhaps this is a question that I can't answer back, How should I tell them that even I've lost the track? They say there's light at the end of the tunnel out there, But the end of this dark tunnel seems to be nowhere. Perhaps we'll have to walk to our inevitable death, But for my family's sake, I can't lose hope till my last breath. How long we've to go and ho