The Chameleon
Oh! oh! oh!
my life is hard,
i can't walk like a dog,
but i walk like a lame.
I can't fight my self,
when the enemy come,
but i just hide my face,
to escape death.
In time of pain,
i really struggle alone,
and every where i pass,
they laugh at me.
I'm really a laughing stock,
the structure i am,
and my big eyes,
makes babies cry!
Copyright © Sekitto Kisakye | Year Posted 2007
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment