..Wasted Poem by NikMorgan ...

His birthright was a stigma
He came from the wrong side of town
His address rang like a leper bell
It made people look down

The teachers knew of his coming
His siblings had left their mark
They expected another problem child
A mocking bird who thinks he’s a lark

He steals
Mirror to what he has seen
They took from him his future
And made him feel obscene

They stole his hopes and dreams
They branded him malign
They stole from his identity
When they made him stand in line

He is no bully
More a punch bag striking back
Sometimes the only real defence
Is to be first to attack

Always under suspicion
He lives by alibis
The only time he likes what he sees
Is when he looks through narcotic eyes

He takes
He has nothing left to give
Victimised by circumstance
This is not how he hoped he’d live