Lame

Lame

I wish I were that poor little blind
The worst scenarios - I wouldn't have to mind.
The scene of poverty, the suffering of men
Are too much of a load, too much of a burden.

                   I wish to feel the beauty of our earth
                   And live a life with content and mirth.

I wish I were that poor deafmute
I'd never have to deal with arguments and disputes.
The ceaseless grievances and incessant cries
I can no longer bear to hear their alibis and lies.

                   Although the birds' songs won't reach my ear,
                   At least I'd feel that somehow they care.

I might be pathetic to the sight of many
Lame and worthless to the sight of one - no, twenty!
Their stares are as sharp as blades - stares of mockery
As if I'm a criminal, a thief involved in a robbery.

                   I care not to whoever deprives my right
                   Despite of these, I still learn how to fight.