wrongdoers

What if the bad you intend for me happens, What will be your gain, When I'm in utter pain, What if my good name you tarnished  Turns out to be my line of finished, In your state, what will extinguish, What if the death you wish unto, and today be my last, Will you then spit on my grave or like everyone sympathise, Will you then replace me in this world and carry my pain you never realised. What if I live by the poverty you wish, Will you then be happy I can't sort out my daily fish, Or would you feed me just to bow at your will.  Society creates a monster and they expect you to spare them the foul gaze, May whatever you wish or think of me return in folds at any time of your age, This is not a prayer nor a curse, it's human and a monster emerged.  ©Mohammed Fauzan  @fauzypoems