Words From The Soul

Love not Labour

As I look at myself in the mirror,
All I can see is my woebegone face.
My hands which were meant to carry books,
All they are capable to hold are the tools.
A word like freedom was unknown to me,
As it was snatched away from me before I was born, you see.
I wish I had forever stayed in my mother's womb,
Because it looks as if I have already constructed my tomb.
I wish I had like others gone to school,
I wish I had the pleasure of reading good books.
I know I'll acquire knowledge one day,
Support me people for that, I pray.
Oh god, these bricks have made my hands bleed,
All I want is a normal life to lead.
My feet have swollen, my face distorted,
The reason behind are the tasks that I am allocated.
One day! Yes one day I'll raise my voice,
One day I'll comprehend what freedom is like.
I feel I am living this life yet I was already dead when born,
The same will happen to my newborn brother,
His dreams torn.
To the world I say,
Don't crush our innocent lives,
It will be a favour.
All we want,
Is Love not Labour.