Why Me

Why did it have to be me with the shaded life

Who can’t see the blade but knows its a knife

Who can’t meet the sky

because the leash is too tight

Locked up from the world,

left to howl in the night

Why’d it have to be me to have to look them in the face

To hide all my anger, to pretend I’m a disgrace.

To be part of a race so feeble and so young.

To have to stay out in the sun all day, my story left unsung.

Why’d it have to be to turn my head away,

To ignore the cries of my people and watch them get slayed.

Why’d it have to be me to have to take of my own

One more stifling breath of this world I call Home.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s