Can't Run Away

Far too frequent
As it is with being spent
In this life so anxious
For answers from the audacious
Begging to be expressed
In an atmosphere so gory and depressed

From my race, too bad, I can't run
Despite feet so burnt in the scorching sun
Despite no involvement in my enrolment
In this life where being born may not be enjoyment
Yet, I,  from my shadows
Cannot just run to the meadows

Why on earth is the world so bent
Crooked and wicked yet in pretence
She galled the air meant for breath
And blew away the crumbs to be fed
Yet, I, from my shadows
Can't fly to the meadows

This world of weights and weary
Has gone so sordid and awry
Far too soon her children hurry
To hatch gallish eggs of doom
Burning the roots into plumes
And shedding tender blood in pools

Yet, I, from my shadows 
Can't fly to the meadows 

© Wale Oladokun, 2013.