It is a misery I can't unfold <br />Of all seasons....... <br />Why was I born during the dry season, <br />When all things had crumbled? <br />Why was I born at the age of depression? <br />Why was I born in the slum? <br />Why was i born at the age of war? <br />Why was I born at the age of penury? <br />Why was I born at the age of a dark cloud, <br />when light was invisible? <br />Why? <br />Who will I ask? <br />Behold! The cloud is silent to my questions <br />Why was I not born in a comfort season? <br />when the green pasture sprint forth <br />to make a beautiful city... <br /> <br />It was a season of despise <br />A season of shame <br />It was a season when all had crumbled <br />A season when there was nothing to eat, <br />then you've to sit like a watching dog at the feet of Neighbors <br />It was a season where hardness became a name <br />Known to be the the poorest <br />A season when there was no light under the roof <br />A season that cause the wind to blow, <br />in which all was lost <br /> <br />What shall we say? <br />That I was an evil child <br />that brought nothing but sorry? <br />Or fate was not fair to me? <br />Or I was born at a wrong season? <br /> <br />This is the misery! <br />Though I was born at dry season <br />But dryness was't born in me; <br />I was born at the age of depression <br />But depression wasn't born in me, <br />I was born in the slum at an unknown hour of the day <br />But slum was never born in me <br />I was born in penury <br />But penury wasn't born in me <br />I discover that yesterday was my past <br />In my past lies my mine <br />In my mine lies my gold <br />Though the fire was hot, <br />But it burns through me and I became a pure shining <br /> <br /> CHAMPION<br /><br />Sunday Champion<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/born-in-the-slum/
