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