Life, Thou Aint Fair To Me Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

Life,
Why treat me thou like a lapel
Cast out of the city in horror?
Why thou so cruel and unfaithful to me
Favouring others and abandoning me hopeless?
Thou art my mother and you left me naked
In the ghetto street of pains to eat worms.
Wandering here and there, watching the ground
While the sun crownd me with suffering.
You are the painting of my soul and body
Then why forsake thou me in my disarranged state?
The darkness kissed the breathe out of me and
You revolt not against it as a mother ought to.
Why bear me when thou can't take care of me?

Who is my father so I shall run to him for help?
How could mother forsake the child she bear?
Mountain running to mohammed whilst mohammed ought
To have run to him desperately to supplicate.
Thou have offended me and I can't take it no more.