What do i do?

Without knowledge to light my way
Without a pen to write my say
And a plate of rice a day
What do i do?

In a place that’s so bewitched
With economical hitch
And robbers are ready to lynch
What do i do?

In a place full of sycophants
Who care not to distort the facts
While beggars are like rats
What do i do?

Without a pen to write
And the strength to fight
So that things may be right
What do i do?