I’ve sown a seed of my helpless fate,
Waiting for deliverance from this miserable existence of mine,
I grow what you eat, fruits of my labor,
All honour all respect ceased,
I toil in the fields, burn in the merciless sun, make your bread;
Enjoy it on your festive table,
Realize my troubles,
Think of me when you chew your morsel,
My beaten skin cries in agony,
My bleeding heart pains of neglect,
Am I so unnecessary?
So invisible?
My plight lies in the shadows of your bursting joy,
Your happy life is blind to mine,
The noose awaits, my only escape,
That seed I sown has borne fruit,
That poisonous vicious cycle of torment
Must draw to a close, my eyes will obey,
As my life breath escapes in a gushing bellow,
And my eyes pop to the surprise of death,
Its welcoming arms, death feels not cold,
It is the indifference that does.
