Underwear of Thorns

Ugly and painful life I live No one may know about it Down there is fixed underwear Enshrined with sharp thorns Rigging me into life of agony When I try to enjoy my birth right Every happy hyena laughs at me All saviors are toothless barking dogs Reasons for this I know not! Oh my motherland, when shall I be happy! Fire in my bottom with no one to rescue This underwear of thorns is hell on earth Horror is plenty as sand in the Sahara, but Over my shoulder I see the sun Rising over dark clouds of scorpion pains Near is my time of joy and bliss Songs of liberation my mouth shall sing