It`s not for the first time,
I`m wounded by someone,
Since justice has gone,
It happens from time to time,
With an arrow so sharp,
I`m bleeding so hard,
Sitting with a strong fear to move,
For if I do, it`s not going to improve...
So, seems I`m left without a choice,
With no hope to hear any supporting voice,
It`s a really amazing World...
For a human being can get along even with cold,
With absence of warmth,
With all the mess on Earth,
With presence of odium,
With absence of premium,
With presence of avidity,
With absence of generosity,
Oh, the list is too long,
Shall we get along?
I wonder where`s the gong,
So we could hear to get,
Make some changes in life
And never ever forget.

Emma Adamyan

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/note-of-pain/