Many That Shot At My Own Door Poem by Emmanuel Joseph Olumakiss

I do not see where I am wrong
Those that have persistently plotted for my own death
With war of words
With matchete and gun
I do not see what I have done wrong
As many that have severally pushed me to the wall
Thinking I can't withstand a mere battle
My name they rubbed on the mud
For not heeding to their heinous ways
Though they sought me in the day
And couldn't behold my face
Even in the darkest of night
Still couldn't grab my life
How come am the one you so much sought after?
Not after my selfless services to mankind
You takers of ones joy!
Why chooses to pay ugly visit to a harmless soul?
Many that have ironically stabbed my back
In exchange of good:
They have repaid me with wrong doing
My close allies have chosen the path of my foes
At the sight of my own happiness
Many shot at my own door
What offence have I committed?
You that project my name before a lifeless god
Praying for my downfall.