This Journey of Sorrows

Trapped to be bruised This soul weeped,  Crying, my first breath.., 'Death has come', Labour struggles Spewed me out With water and blood of mother's womb Erasing memories of life I last lived, Caging my thoughts in flesh and bones, My soul hypnotized, In illusory comforts Till death became Destiny of birth Here is me now Sowing my seed In the ground Of my adversary's hold Flooded with streams Of innocent blood Bleeding wounds Of democracy sword Standing is of the fittest, Here I sojourn  Seeking God knowledge Supplicating in tears Sins of my sweating  Bleeding to race Survival and power The moon of night denies us light darkness thickens, Fear cripple minds With fists clinched Love weeps  The heart broken When is tomorrow Of this scene of sorrow, Pierced sharply with hate Even to my bones and marrow The path of truth Is thorny and narrow Here is our journey, Walk of mortality Highways of death traps Led of the blind Speeches of hate Destiny is hades Of my sweat and pain Is tears and cries to comfort my sleep In darkness of the tomb Where my voice Will speak no-more and my age, Just the count of numbers. With one hand To the heavens raised My seed I sowed thee " in this journey of sorrows   seek knowledge of Him,   He is your very being   and in Him are all things    made perfect".