My name is Ombi Dho
I have seen the emperor of rays in several seasons
In summer, he burns my pockets to ashes
In winter freezes them to flakes
In autumn drops in them atomic bombs
In spring, he fatefully swings them to the god of fates
So behold! For fate has all, to do with these verses
I suspect I was born free and equal
Given nine lives like all men and cats in a global duel
My ninth life withered at birth, under the Tavistock doc’s rule
At age zero lost my eighth for my colony, fell for cloned loans deal
At age two lost the seventh, dad and mom in a coffin seal
Now had six, but soon lost it along the streets’ aisle
Somehow, someway, life moved, latitude after latitude
Thanked fate for once I found love to be hold
Only to find storms and cob webs in the belated bid
She is the reason I lost my fifth, a bullet in my back end
For a robbery Kyls protocol, Geneva Convention and Bretton Wood commissioned
Losing the forth was easy for the law courts beckoned
I ducked knives and sodomists, disease and cartel brutes
Eat garbage, drunk sewage and slept in companion of lice and bites
Thus, when the prison gates opened, the third got its rites
Two lives to go, I lowered my expectations to survive social feats
Got a job as a job seeker, married drugs, penny worth liquor and sects
But my second life vanquished when I met system natured wolves allergic to threats
No matter the circumstance
This life i wish to embrance
And live, just this once
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