A World I Was Born Into

Plenty are the days of torture and pain 

Murmuring like a moron, truly insane

Wiping those mere little cheeks

With the hem of my top

Drenched and worn out, 

Is that old tunic at the top

Hung on my shoulders

Sliding down, every now and then

What a merciless world, 

I was born into 

Where pain is the only main dish served….