An embacile

victimised by lust of the two who left me wondering with an innocent smile in a dust bin
thats why i kept on going backing digging the coz it formed part of my home that the two awarded me

my future was writen in the dust and the winds felt no sympathy thats why it blew it away
shaded by those shading of their skin that they shed to shade my past to haunt my future
And thoughts remain surpassing reasoning for no one answered my questions but instead they wipe tears on smiling faces instead of healing my pain
look, my father was further there and he's better there coz i dont need him here but wait........
cultures and religions clashing and melting on my hand for none have given me food to make me a man
i have made discision to go back to the land of the fallen ones but there are voices harassing my journey
i am a boy to little boys because i have lost the taste of education
building, digging trenches, because i was never a son to a father, he was further and he's better there coz i dont need him here
counting stars in roofless shelter,sleepless nights, hated to be me ,i longed to be there
i spoke in languages that only my feelings could interpret the painful moments
rainy days in town grinding my teeth
sunny days pounding my shovel and pik
an embacile, just visualise his funeral


*safe and rested in the arms of the Lord*