I can recall;
When i was taken away from my parents,
All in the name of giving me a good life and education.

My heart pondered and wept:
Wondering what will happen,
I was treated like junk,
Thousands of questions filled my heart,
Who will help me out of this mess?
What will i do?

I was forced to do appalling things:
My heart was filled with trepidation and fuming.

I can recall the booming of their gun;
The wailing and moaning of children like me,
Forced to take the rough route of life
My poor and naive parents think that am living a good life.

Oh Life! Why did this happen to me?
I was tender and tenuous.

And forced to hold a gun and do repulsive things
I wished i could shout for the whole world to hear and come to my rescue
I wished i could escape 
From the cage of depravation

Now;
Am an adult,
Filled with rage and vengeance
My heart is filled with dirt,
People despise me
They treat me like junk,
They censure me
I am not to blame,
Because i was forced.