Unfair
They have eyes
But they never see
They have ears
But they never hear
I, only depends on my hands and feet
The can settle their needs good
I have no crime to taste and meet
Which in their lives are really should
Everybody hates me
Everybody away from me
What have I done?
Should I be gone
And never be seen by one?
Maybe that’s the better way
And in this dimension I lay
That I have never ever met rays
Which always brighten up their days
Is this what I get?
Or just the world that forget
To give me what I shoud had
For I never did what has called bad
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