And a never ending
Should I have to live with that?
I have put my life on a rack,
Which is being eaten by white-ants.
Decaying hopes and blazing fears,
Where can I run away;
With my frozen legs and stiffened arms?
As a Doctor had injected ample vials,
Of Haloperidol into my buttocks.
Should I have to live like that?
And a dying insight.
Should we have to like that?
Where is the Son of Mary?
Where is the Prophet of Mercy?
You have no arm for us?
SHOULD WE HAVE TO LIVE LIKE THAT…?
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