The Victim Poem by micheal john

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 magots 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!