Born Into Povery

I wake up confused, devoid of direction
Trying to achieve some semblance of perception
In a dream a once questioned God about my conception
and God struck me down with vehement aggression
I am a victim of extraordinary rendition
Taken to hell without permission, endlessley tortured, beaten and brought to submission.

The piercing wind ravages the essence of my core
I plead with God, please no more, no more
I inject the needle of necessity info my designated pore
As euphoria rushes through my soul like a tsunami approaching a sea-side shore
For a moment, my body isn't sore
For a moment, I am an invincible hero in folklore
For a moment, I forget I am poor
For a moment, I forget I am poor.

My mundane life loses colour gradually
My reality becomes black and white like conservative ideology
Subjected to solitary confinement damages me psychologically
I scream out in anguish to expel the demon from inside of me
To escape the solitude I reach for the flute in my trolley,
while weeping tears of blood incessantly,
I peform the monotonous melody of malignant melancholy.

Stereotypes reign supreme for those like me
They don't realize I was born into poverty
Unable to free myself from the clutches of darkness - I want to see
I again inject myself with the venom of veneration - I am an exception to God's mercy
My vision blurs and my veins freeze, I see my tombstone standing in my memory
etched with the phrase "here lies Mr. Nobody"

I forget I am poor, for eternity
I forget I am poor, for eternity