My Fate

Asleep with abandoned hope and abated pride, The attenuated sound of my breath hurts, Barren opportunities painted my path... Like a cruel artist with no benignant pity. Alive in a dead man's mood, And suffering from chronic dereliction, What is the cloying sweetness of education without a job? Could the government be a misanthrope or a culinary myrmidons? They have silenced my deep-toned lamentations and dreams, In a dewy coolness of the rayless hours, I'm drown in my own tears and pain, With a blurred and uncertain future. If I die while trying and crying to survive, Embalm me with a salve, Burn my corpse at night, Spray my ashes on a sea, At dawn, send me away to my people with a lullaby.