Why I Can Hate The World
Lots of times, I was molested
More often, jested
My image was dented
Even when sainted
All because I am better
So I am treated as a litter
But how soon shall I overcome all this?
How soon can I be forgiven?
For doing nothing wrong
The devil I prefer to them
Because they are blacker than the devil
They should lecture the devil
They say I steal
They turn around and steal
They say I kill
They begin at each other to kill
And worse grew their feelings towards me
And my downfall they want to see
But easy have been my hands on them
And my death troubles them not
Nor my flaws
Rather they aid it
I feel not comfortable in this world
With foes at every side
And their whips to deal with me
Always at their right hand
Why must it be me?
What have I done to them all?
My spirit listens carefully at their words
But truth I find not
My terror of the night
My danger by day
And my traps at noon
Are from the ones around me
Safety I find not
And trust I can't sought
My hatred shall never crumble
As later before me, they shall tremble
poem by Ivan Chizurum Ezeigbo
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