Why Me...? Poem by Michael, Miracle Philadelphia Okorie

Lonely mind so restless
Every peace just taken
Every dawn is misery
A twirled world of tragedy
Is there no one to aid me?
Seem so locked within this silence
Is there no hand to hold me?
My heart at woe so cajoled

I see them live like kings
Every body riding on the wings
I ask myself, why do they sing?
Out of this hole, peep them, worship
A human Idol, they all dream to be
His rhythm sounds and they’ll go crazy
He spreads his arms and on the fly they swim
Out of desperation, I dreamt to live like him

Where would I go from here?
What would I do from now?
How do I start to end?
The world at large is lonely
Why does the World hate me?
Why should the wrongs chase me?
Why does the crowd shoot me?
Am I the only sinner around?

Why me? So lonely, like no friend
Deserted and forgotten like no body cares
Why me? Sadly, cheated and shifted
Somnolent being, in dark silent
The world shoots me to its edge
Wishing I was long gone and lost
And out she cries out in tragedy,
Wishing my life would turn out a misery

Like everything turns upside and down,
The sweet goodness all taken away,
Are my sins much, can’t be pardoned?
If so, then let me die, and live in Peace.
This penury, a dream I sought someday to live
Then another dream so true I conceived
Saw it real, and Lord, I believed it.
And happy at last, I received.

At last, the world can call my name
No more war but that of fame.
My history forever is changed
Into the book of legends so high and great.
Oh a world I dream is just with me
Every one shouts and calls on me
Living behind my nights of pain
Alive I died and arose with gain

My dream to someday to fly,
Soaring higher to touch the skies
And somehow dreamt to glow my shine,
So hard I know it, but I’ll be there
Even as I have arose a Victor,
Now the champion and a subjugator
Won the nights against my captors
Who meant more to me but predators

The world even unsatisfied are hot blends
Always talk about you even a hero
Sharply speaks against you, even a warrior,
Then you bend at low, watch them, they’ll still not be satisfied
Why does the World stare at me?
Everybody dream to be me
Why me? Am I the only?
Why me? This fame is even as the shame…