Human Scapegoat

Ever so corrupted

Is our society

We need to lay hatred to bed

Yet the others do not see

 

I have become humanities scapegoat

Its as if this earth is on mute

Its arms around my throat

The cock of the gun about to shoot

 

My arms covered with cuts

I run trying to escape

But the door forever shuts

Humanity's rules seem like rape

 

Me, humanity's scapegoat down on my luck

All I see in this would is muck

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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