5 minutes

sitted at the edge of the corner
on a rusty iron chair
next to me a bed with lies and bed bags
a slice of bread thin mattress
plus a bucket with a hazard sign
releasing some torturing stench
thoughts are racing
words on my mind
rhyme to my heart beat
mixed feelings, emotions and thoughts
haunting my spirit
what should I do
I'm I ready to die
if I repent my sins will I see heaven
Does God really exist
i remain silent
make peace with myself
for oh! Lord I've not been a saint
but still I am his creation
I'm paying my dues for Karma is real
my life the ultimate price
for abducting bread from its owner
I won't seek clemency
from the men who have condemned me to this fateful
price
who gave them the right to take a life
may the lord forgive me for the wrongs I've done
I stand from my rasty chair
move to the window
let the rays of sun wash my fears away
I shall fall with honour unlike them
who condemn and kill a man for taking bread belonging
to one with adequately sufficient
with plenty for maggots and flies
to save a child
being vampire strungled and sucked by the fangs of
hunger.