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The Victim
After nine months of slumbering I awoke in tears as i wept I never wanted to dwell here where pain and sorrow endures Here where all we do is dig our own graves Here where greed and creed for wealth tread upon our self-values Here where we mourn in agony and despair Here where sands and magot tell the worth of men.! Here we hunt and labour all to vain gain! Why all this? Why the fight to live when life's but walking shadow I never begged for space, why then the need for shelter? I never had the world of my own! I never had the belief of mine All that i met i'm but a follower. The lived before who were part of the status quo teaches of no different life to live They teach me my actions. Yes! Children of freedom we're called Yet! but to freedom we're but strangers We're bound in our own prison. I never was given to choice I never wanted to be part of you! I never chose my way, I never chose my colour I never chose my religion i never chose nothing of mine But fate did!
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