Innocent Prisoner

 
Before I build the wall of my lament,
Or the home of my frustration,
Let me ask the sky
to be my first witness,
And if I’m guilty of violating human dignity,
Let the ache of life’s torment bury me.

Though I stare at the sky with tears
And my soul is broken and ill-fated with worries.
But if I sink on the way of judgement,
And the agony can still be revealed.
Please type in my palm "illusion."

Why are injustices glossing our faces,
And yet, poverty is like a daily meal?
Why does "sex for grades"
Or "grades for sex" keep deploring our heritage?
Oh!  Why bury our next generation?

With a crippled economy,
Our stomachs are digested with hunger.
Is this the type of future we prayed for?
O God of faithfulness,
Why did we give our land to the scornful?

Our lips are demoralized by insults.
Still, unemployment marred our degrees.
Where are we going, O perverse frogs?
When will you write down the grievances?
And heal the injuries of our plights?

Not one, but many
Pain is like the Lord’s prayer.
Cry not for me;
But read the lines of my broken tears.
I am an innocent prisoner!