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The day I was born!
I took a leap into this world
In the year of 67
Without a consent or creed
They said “based on my deeds”
Early childhood went
Without any major event
Well, I did not understand
The language of this land
As soon as I could drool
I was enrolled in a catholic school
Nuns shaking their buns
Married to a single man
How could he? Suffice their physical needs
He could give then a strong mental support
A void was created in-between, they purport
If a need is created
Yet, never sufficed
Turns into revenge
That could burn up your insides
Innocent people, pay the price
Taken out of school, by the age of 9
Failed every grade, it was implied
Just another dumb kid, he is
Neither emotions nor a will
Often lies about little things
Like candy like clay, he steals them all
I was a thief by the age of nine
Coming home was not my favorite thing
Filled with darkness, clouds of still
You could cut them at your will
Father often yelled and screamed
Hitting my mother often at night
As she cried for help, she cried in vain
All I could do was watch through the windowpane
I took it all on me
As if, it was all because of me
Often caught up in the mess
Dumb ass, Liar, a thief, I was a regret
Why were you born? He often stressed
As if, I had a choice to select
Had I been given a choice to select?
And I choose them from a list of applicants
I was a dumb ass liar that I would accept
As time went on, so did the abuse
Before I knew, I was a teen
A joker, a comic, I did it all
Amusement was the game, my job was to perform
Finally, As God heard my cry
Gave me a chance to fly away
You don’t need to mend their ways
Leave them alone, this family is in distress
They would learn in time to mend their ways
Or else they would face “My ways”
A bit reluctant at first, but anyways
At the age of nineteen, I parted my ways
Still a child deep down inside
Never learnt the ways of life
Hence, I was taken for a ride
My twenties went learning their ways
Finally, as I started to walk the line
At 30, I tried to run
But caught by their system
Was thrown in and away
My thirties went defending myself
It broke my home and my strength
Finally resorting to booze and coke
A substance that would console my soul
One day I woke up feeling bold
Before I knew, I was 40 years old
Darkness surrounded my body and soul
In and around all grey and old
No one was near, I was all alone
This world had left me cold
My childhood dreams, burnt in vain
Dreams of heaven, dreams of fame
A lust of conquering this world again
They died somewhere between the lines of coke
Yes! I do console my soul
I take an example of a somalian boy
He must be hardly 8 or 9
He cried in hunger, he cried in vain
Died at last of thrust and pain
How lucky are those children of God
They get more than they could ever dissolve
Ample time to play and fight
A warm bed to sleep at night
A child’s heart is soft like clay
You can mould it in whichever way
A child born in America would say
Good morning dad, I need a car
Happy and perky, he drives out of the lot
A child born in Somalia somewhere
All he asks for is a loaf of bread
I am hungry for the least 20 days
His eyes are bulging and skin is frail
He prays to God to take him away
Nick Kler
