Why Me

Me, myself out of all, Struggling in a jungle what a call? My reputation is totally ruined, While storms are starting to rain upon me. Am I too bad for success, Because I am too fed by curses? Am I dumped by my fellow ancestors? Oh, my fellow brothers and sisters. Please my lord be with my siblings, During bad and hard seasons. Here are the destructive storms upon them, No corruptive actions should be done, Amen. I feel like I am drowning on the deep ends of Black hills, In fact, I feel drowsy when I am on my feet. I can’t stand and make my better future, Am I failing to manage my culture? Help!! No one recognising my voice, Friends are out of nowhere to hear my voice. Let me forget about my good friends, I see now, my first enemy is my friend. What is this thing called a friend? My home’s name is erased by friends. Where is its dignity? Oh! My neighbour knows very well.