The Victim
After nine months of slumbering
I awoke in tears as i wept
I never wanted to dwell here
where pain and sorrow endures
Here where all we do is dig our own
graves
Here where greed and creed for
wealth tread upon our self-values
Here where we mourn in agony and
despair
Here where sands and magot tell the
worth of men.!
Here we hunt and labour all to vain
gain!
Why all this?
Why the fight to live when life's but
walking shadow
I never begged for space,
why then the need for shelter?
I never had the world of my own!
I never had the belief of mine
All that i met i'm but a follower.
The lived before who were part of the
status quo
teaches of no different life to live
They teach me my actions.
Yes! Children of freedom we're called
Yet! but to freedom we're but
strangers
We're bound in our own prison.
I never was given to choice
I never wanted to be part of you!
I never chose my way,
I never chose my colour
I never chose my religion
i never chose nothing of mine
But fate did!
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