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Crippled me

’ve been in dirts and seen the downs I’ve continually been a verb and no noun Refuse to help said lotus blooms in mud But they scrunched me only in the bud Fell down when stand apart from the row Crippled me want you to let me grow I’ve had a dream to visit the mountains But they broke my sticks left eyes in pain Plight of eyes got worse when it rained When my velveteen clay bed turned quicksands I lost my voice crying for help And I started to wait for a slow death That night only me got fortunate I saw the horrible view of pseudo humanity Flooded away my pride, conscience Later but my broken sticks at prime Here am going to get lucky lad Another crippled will kick the mean world Enjoying slowly dying to live peacefully And elevated without sticks to get wings Once couldn’t walk under the weight of miseries It was a nightmare of me, they need not be sorry Can’t see you with this height, today i got wings to fly To be honest am blessed they did let me die.

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