I Cling On My Own

I am overwhelmed,

By this burden no one helped.

I sleep on this sole chair in my hole,

While they snort on thrones in hall,

Where did my tax go?

My son never goes to school,

Just ask him why

This, he will lament to you

I can’t go to school,

They don’t allow us nude,

The teacher’s voice,

Hoarse from the dust and strain,

Only reaches the hundredth kid.

Since I was of age,

I was promised wonders if not miracles,

I knew with every change,

My life would take a leap,

Never knew I was a sheep,

Following all said.

 My wife’s weak smile,

Never lost it, so kind,

Is what pushes us a mile,

I pray that my son be a man.