Prejudice

Every morning is a stop,
every evening a start of fight through the night,
as I go insane, as I writhe for the right.

I twist the fate, to,
carry this bag of bones,
but these daemons won’t stop trying.
Torn inside out,
I yearn to earn respect more than life.
Unscathed pride is the prejudice.

Of the mother and the father,
the disappointment that this has been,
an age, a generation pass by,
bound to change, one last time, as this is ‘ I ‘.

I twist the fate, to,
carry this bag of bones,
but these daemons won’t stop trying.
Torn inside out,
I yearn to earn respect more than life.
Unscathed pride is the prejudice.

Enter the den, keep these daemons trying,
I push the limits,
this is my last time.
Through fire and heat,
through this world of deceit,
I fall to rise,
above the skies, free from the prejudice…
Feet don’t fail me now..

Originally published on 5th May 2013.

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