The world of sorrows
has short me with an arrow.
That has pierced my heart,
in tears I'm totally hurt.

whom shall I lean against?
To whom shall I hold on?
when everyone is digging graves for me
The world is no more a better place for me

I am now a prey for the birds of the air
flying and waiting to eat up my flesh like they don't care
with this pain, I understand the world is not fair
Darkness has shut me up from the better world
where peace and love dwell

I have become a laughing stock to my enemies
who have combined their evil plots with evil armies
of destruction and hatred
my friends and enemies set fire on me like cigarettes

I suffer undeserved pains
I wish it turn into a heavy rain and wash away my pains
to clean and wash away the blood
from my bleeding heart.

© Dr Akot Makur Maluac |.