My Life Poem by Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu

Less hope for the present,
The future not on sight,
My life, so unjust;
My life, not encouraging,
Everywhere is dark,
No one to love,
None love me;
A hateful life,
Of all, no consolation;
My life, long suffering,
Suffering and smiling;
My life, my mind at sea,
To give it all up or to stay awhile,
My life, no friends, no enemies;
No comforters, except music of the dead,
No hope, except from the dead;
But death won't call.
Nothing to live a life
Much to live in death,
My life, so cruel and hurtful,
My life, I am sick, because truth is dead,
I want to be with truth.
Take me o! Death.
My life, I am tired, for justice is dead,
Honesty is on exile;
Freedom is defeated at war.
Innocence is corrupted;
I am then, sick and tired.
Love and compassion dead and bury.
No mercy!
Where is Mercy?
No peace, I am tired of life!
For my voice is sealed, not to be heard.
I am tired! I am sick!
There is nothing a good person can do, when everything falls apart.

-Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu, Enlightened One