The World Against Me Poem by Amobi Freeman N

Why do experience teach me for others to learn?
Why do circumstances push me to places I don't want to be?
Why does life treat me so harsh?
Why has life made me a servant to misery?

I've always desired and worked to give one's life a meaning,
But what comes to me is vanity!
I planned my life so that I can live like a king,
But my story has been one full of slavery.

A lot of blessings have been proclaimed upon me,
But I live like I'm cursed
Few nights I've had terrible nightmares
And there've been times when waking up to life seemed worst.

There've been limits to anything that I can accomplish
And no one gets anything by making a mere wish
Sometimes I'd wish it's ok to kill my myself,
But they say it's the coward's way to hell.


I've always wanted to have a handshake with our governor,
But he stopped shaking hands the moment it reached my turn
My health is the treasury I'm looking for
I've been wasting! So why won't I be perturbed?

There've been things which I needed like water in the desert,
But which go to people who have little or no need for them
Sometimes I wish I could just kick the bucket
But life has been preserving me in spite of these injustice.

I pick up loss-but-found items and return it to their owners,
But no one picks up mine and look for me
All these can only mean one thing:
The world is not in favour with me.

I don't even have any right to take my own life!
But must I keep on living?
The 'everything' I need to be happy is blown into the wind
Yet I have to keep on breathing.


I have been a slave in my own land
I have been a servant in my own palace
I have been in horrible struggle for my destiny
All these are happening only because, the world is against me.