WHAT I OWN BUT DON'T HAVE
I open my eyes to know the land,
My father's land,
My mother's land,
A land filled with cheese,
A land filled with honey,
A land with overflowing resources,
But I kept salivating over all.
I was told there is a document,
A document that decides our mode and means of existence,
A document that defines my right and wrong.
A document above my father,
A document above my mother,
A limitation to my existence.
A document that has taken all I have and gave me less.
A document that made my necessities an option,
A document that mandate my death and careless of my living.
The document is a curse to my institution.