Humiliation Poem by Alexander Foald

What can a frail man like you do to live?
What can you give?
Is there any value of keep pushing forward?
Is there any chance that you might be able to survive?

A long day runs along your sweat
Nice weather you can say, but it’s dark and quiet
You’re just a plain looking guy with nothing on his way
Walking down this road, searching for a word to say

While the world moves faster than you thought
And time will not be waiting for your call
What can a lost man like you do, when your heart is about to fall?
What can a cripple like you do, when you have to go against a wall?

The rain never stops
And it keeps pouring harder now
The water floods your home, your nation
But you never learned how to swim, thus you get drowned

Because you are just a bit of one, just a little part of a kind
You are no more than a dust in the wind,
Just a spark among the billions of lights

And you are weak and miserable
Nothing you can do will make it any different
You are just like an ant before the elephant
So small that I could crush you with one hand

So why are you never giving up?
Why bother yourself to even try so hard?
Why don’t you just accept the fate that’s been decided,
And continue to living under the contract?

Don’t lie to me
Don’t lie to yourself