I can't see where i am going
Neither can i see where i came from
Dirt littered all around
Can't seem to find my ground
Rats all around
Biting my toes when i stop
Scuffling when i walk
I see a light in the distance
Its just another candle snuffed out in the struggle
My hands are tied
My legs are shackled
The cling clang of the chains represents my struggle
Held down against my will
Flesh torn with every deed
This is my struggle among the commons.
© thelma migue, 2013
A cizoepoetry collection.
#occupyNairobi
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