Here I Am

Here I am at the crossroads 
Staring blankly at the inky dark sky

Beaten to a pulp and helpless 
By forces of darkness 

Here I am lying in the pool of my emotions 
Clutching at every straw
To maintain sanity and stability

Here I am a victim of a system 
That dehumanises her own

Here I am cloned from a contraption 
Built on the foundation of impunity 
Feeding  her children with frustration

Here I am a victim of a country 
That glamourises wrong values

And deliberately relishes
Living a lie of romantic proportion

Here I am fearful of a tomorrow 
Bleak and hopeless for my children 

Victims of a country gradually 
Disappearing from global map of decency
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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