Born Poem by Hannington Mumo
Born
Born to parents meek and of endowments meager
To chisel fame from the adamant rocks of life;
Born to this world of wailing and woe,
Ill with hostilities and hate and strife.
Born among titans of vice;
A brother to murderers and sorcerers,
A neighbor to wizards and monsters;
Dining and wining with loafers and idle wanderers.
To suffer and sweat I was born
In a rotten world, ragged and torn!
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