Born Invincible Poem by Thavaseelan Gopinathan

I may be the devil of your mythology,
Demon was I, haunted were your wise.
You cried for help, your women bore gods.
While nature killed others, your gods killed me.
Gods were born as men, just for me, not for you,
As an equal to your gods, I was born invincible.

You named me a demon filled with contempt,
You snatched my pen, my sword and my lands.
Labor did I in your barren fields,
My sweat irrigated your silver yields.
With my effort you filled your coffers,
Pity, you and I went to the same sized coffins.

Things have changed; my land is as green as yours,
My sword can blacken your face,
My pen can pierce through your brains.
Preach no merit or quality to me,
For centuries of Hard work is my genes.
Broken men, is the race you named,
Think again, I was born invincible.