The man who hates me,
He rallied his troops,
To judge people like me,
By putting us into groups,
He doesn’t understand me,
And he refuses to even try,
The hate and anger overwhelms him,
And he just wants me to die,
He doesn’t know if I am guilty or not,
And he don’t care either way,
And he never stops to rest,
Hunting me each and every day,
I somehow manage to escape his clutches,
I really don’t know how,
But one day my luck will run out,
And all though I am scared, I’m free for now,
He always knows where I am,
He’s always one step ahead,
But I can’t let him catch me,
Cos if he does I’ll surely be dead,
But on a day I relaxed and rested,
I woke to see him there,
Cos in love and war,
I realise nothing is fair,
I was put into chains,
And beaten all the way to town,
Bleeding and in pain,
I kept falling to the ground,
I stand trail accused,
And read my make believe rights,
My time on this earth,
Will only last one more night,
I am beaten once again,
And tied to a stake,
But if I resist,
Only more judgment it will make,
As he carries a flaming torch,
Everyone around they chant,
I beg and beg for forgiveness,
For which they do not grant,
I have beaten black and blue,
When I didn’t even want this fight,
And I catch a glimpse of the man’s eyes,
As he sets my stake a light,
This man who only has judgement and hate,
Who condemned and refused to let me free,
My judge, jury and executioner,
He, was me.

Wrote on 14/10/2022