The Snake Crying
Oh my God,
I hear you died for us the sinners
but here where I'm,
life is not so good.
I have no joy
though i don't struggle to work.
I feel to be a lame,
and someone who is blind.
I have no eyes
and legs to walk.
Whenever i need to move,
i just have to crawl
whether it's hot or hot.
I feed on dust when am hungry,
and the son of man strikes my head
whenever i meet him on the way.
Copyright © Sekitto Herbert Grace | Year Posted 2010
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