THE UNHEARD SHOUTS

Brown and emaciated,
Part human part repugnant
A predestined fate awaits us

Enveloped with the myriad glass shackles
With the heartbeat mirroring the ticking clock
Our cries go unheard with their echo left to us

Striving to create an identity
Struggling to break the mould
Our unceasing efforts don't seem unworthy to us...