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From the day I was born
I took a step 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 then
The language of this land
As soon as I could drool
I was enrolled in a catholic school
Catholic nuns
Shaking their buns
All were married to just one man
He could not suffice their physical needs
Yet, created a void between
What happens when a need is created?
Yet never sufficed
It turns into revenge
Burns up your insides
Until death do them apart
Innocent people pay the price
This time it was little kids
More solid than their husband
A polygamist of the worst kind
Taken out of school at the age of 8
Failed in every grade
Just another dumb kid, he is
No emotions he has to display
Often lies about little things
Things like candy and clay
He also steals, it was implied
I was a thief by the age of nine
Coming home was not my favorite thing
Filled with darkness, clouds of chaos
You could cut them with a knife
Father often yelled and screamed
Hitting my mother often at night
As she cried for help
All I could do was watch from hell
I took it all on me
I was the one to blame
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
If I had a choice to select
And I choose this family from a list of applicants
I was a dumb ass liar that I would accept
As the time went on, so did the abuse
I was a teen, before I knew
A joker, a comic, I performed it all
To amuse them was my job in hell
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 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 left me in the cold
My childhood dreams, burnt in vain
Dreams of heaven, dreams of fame
A lust of conquering this world again
They died somewhere between X and coke
Yes! I do console my soul
I take an example of a somalian boy
He must be hardly of 8 or 9
He cried of hunger yet all in vain
He died at last of thrust and pain
How lucky are those children of God
Gets 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 your own way
A child born in America would say
Good morning dad, I need a car today
Happy and perky, he drives away
A child born in Somalia would say
All I need is a loaf of bread
I am hungry for at least 20 days
His eyes are bulging and skin frail
As he prays to God to take him away
Nick Kler
