Robbed Dignity

Opportunity and time robbed my dignity and recognition in the society, I bemoaned audibly, but my lowly prestige subdued my cry from sinking the ears of the society. Now, my heart sink with weary and tick off on a dull dark color of blue devils, my happiness hung up on a red rope of genteel penury, and my strengths prostrate to the chains of iron shackles. God, when and where can I find my stolen dignity and recognition? I dug and hunted near and far with beads of hot sweat drenching down, but my crystal eyes did not spot any of them. Oh my God! I am tapped out of vigor, I am dog tired, I am afflicted with worries, I am thirsty of your divine help.