I Propped up a ladder for them to climb.
Little did I know It would break my limb
I chased towards them a fat rat.
They chased towards me a snake as tat
All they knew was to commit atrocity
Which I swept under the carpet with alacrity.
How would I develop affinity?
For the souls that loathed me and my ability.
What could you do again for the world?
For there was nothing I hadn't put ever forward.
I wondered if this life was full of mystery,
As I didn't know how to write my history.
Ismaheel Gift
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