Excruciating is the pain
Caused by mean men
Vandals with upheaval
No cure, costly is balm
They forced us
Hypocritic is their mercy
Deadly the wound
Yet death refused us
Life deserted suit
Living corpse we become
Their joy our plight
Sharing scamping
The resources
Meant for us all
Lepers have they called us
Inflicting more injuries
Hey! We wept
A life punctured injured
Fate, hate, rated high
Coffins they provide
Cares they object
Mercy my foot
Help my arse
Away with crocodile tears
Unknown becomes tomorrow
I could be better of
Your mercy makes me weak
In your sorry is worry
Messy missing, your mercy!
Beloyal Rufus Eze
