Fight me,here I stand,
In your costly possessed land,
Which you incurred by fate,
But I incurred by hard faith.
You were gifted the golden throne,
But I was gifted your half eaten bone,
Still I stand in your possessed land,
Overpowering you with the sinking sand.
Come what may I do not fear,
It’s my hard work that I bear,
Deafened all and crossed all,
But you never answered my wistful call.
I smiled when you hurt me,
I cried when you falsely loved me,
I laughed when you kicked me,
I turned when you falsely cared for me.