Woke up to the taunting ray of sun on my face,
a new day it was, to begin a new phase.
Felt the prickling heat of the world make me daze,
a new day it was to resume old ways.
There was a time when the pleasant breeze of the early morning,
whisper in my ear, illusions of life I believed away.
There was a time when the light of the sun adorn my face,
and I envisioned a world without fear or dismay.
It all seemed like a million years ago.
Today their eyes howl me with their caustic glances,
pouncing me with their insolent glares.
From the beginning of sunrise, till sunset.
When the night creeps upon me,
sharp teeth and rugged hands,
surge me of my dignity and smash my will to live.
Peace of mind, I cry, is my most innate prayer,
but there is no room, they say, for your desire.
Seek your solace in credo and scriptures they say,
lower your gaze, cover your head and ask not questions,
for then you will lose your way.
Yet how is one to soothe their grieving heart,
in the creed that was used to pierce it?
But what grief is there for you, they say,
you are a creature born to do things our way.