Who Cares If I Perish? Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

WHO CARES IF I PERISH?
I have been humiliated and tortured
Many times but I survived,
I have seen my ears trembling with my
But I survived in love.
They don't care if I perish, no!
All they wanted is to see me fall.

If they like, let them fire an arrow
Of envy and hatred, I will survive.
Let them throw me bullet of jealous,
I will make it through in good faith.
Who really care if I perish in the dungeon?
I was born and brought up in bitterness
And I was made a nobody, so who cares
If a nobody like me dies?

Though the mountain seen so far to climb,
I shall be established someday and sometimes
I shall be writing my own plights and how I overcome them with determination.
I could see their mouth celebrating in the course
Of my tribulations and the church of their hearts
Dances profoundly in great perfection.
They don't care about my welfare but I will survive.
In the mind of their minds, I have being the cause
Of their troubles but the earth knows am not after
Their success rather I run my own race to survive.