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