Refugitive

I am the migrant soul, I am the fugitive from fear, I am the scapegoat tool, I am who made life dear, I am what they want me to be, I am a fugitive..And a refugee. I am an alien...an intruder from space, I have no status..Nor rights or place, Whatever I do I'll be the same, Whatever I say I'll have the blame, What a disgrace! And what a shame! I told them that I have only one face, I play fair, compete and race, I even pay taxes..I keep the country tidy like they do, I walk straight and tighten my lace, That no one could slip on and creates a case, To make my life hell...to make me lose face, But they still decide to keep the name, To act in double and remain the same, What a disgrace! And...What a shame