You Enjoy On My Pain
Am football,
You kick me I move;
To the direction
you choose;
Harder you kick
farther I reach
Yet under your feet;
Made of hide
Of unfortunate sheep,
Children stitch,
Then I come in play ground,
In branded name;
A modern day slave,
Made of slaves,
Have no voice
To raise loudly;
You enjoy on my pain;
© sadashivan nair
Copyright © Sadashivan Nair | Year Posted 2017
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