Elegy

like a mysterious fly in my soup a bad feeling I can't coop stumbling upon my hope casting the dark clouds upon my head took away my daily bread and inflicting me pain on my bed a bad omen from a cursed bird an evil tidings to change my great mood for a violent victory will do me no good and a bad soil can't grow me a flower neither can the bad weather a meal of poverty certainly taste bitter antagonizing my destiny for I am a captive yearning to be free what the oppressor don't want to see the abomination of a just course is a sacrifice for the gods a victim to the system an unwanted rhythm a hunted soul for the beast and a prey for its feast