I'm Barely Standing

Can feel it in my legs, in my fingers
This fever won't go yet, it brings me down
The bruises that are on my legs linger
I don't really want to share this around.

The pain is gone but it still leaves a stain
Every time one hears the word, I'm stranded;
nothing, no regard, just someone's disdain
but it's not known, I'm left empty handed.

Class limits me from any kind of help;
I'm a leper here, I'm not at all proud.
There's nothing on the market they would sell
That would help, no charity he chimes loud.

The death sentence waste, may come soon for me;
This country won't acknowledge it for free.