My Fate
Asleep with abandoned hope and abated pride,
The attenuated sound of my breath hurts,
Barren opportunities painted my path...
Like a cruel artist with no benignant pity.
Alive in a dead man's mood,
And suffering from chronic dereliction,
What is the cloying sweetness of education without a job?
Could the government be a misanthrope or a culinary myrmidons?
They have silenced my deep-toned lamentations and dreams,
In a dewy coolness of the rayless hours,
I'm drown in my own tears and pain,
With a blurred and uncertain future.
If I die while trying and crying to survive,
Embalm me with a salve,
Burn my corpse at night,
Spray my ashes on a sea,
At dawn, send me away to my people with a lullaby.
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