The Teeming Weak Poem by Tony Adah

I am in this world
Almost by the fringes,
Why must I peripheral be
When the actors centre play?
Though in all directions
The arrows fly,
My head in all directions must bend
To see where the gladiators stand
To fling their intrigues.
We live in a jungle
Where the strongest fit
And where the weakest fail,
Only a conjecture can tell
Why the strongest few
Lord it over the teeming weak
Who take their fate in their hands
And live like slavesin a world
Where they ought to have dominion.