That Is What Is Found

Into the world of serfdom

I awake.

Into the world of delirium

I rise.

Into the world of hatred

I see.

Into the world of audacity

I go through.

Into the world of scorn

I am put in.

Into the world  of contempt

I am pushed through.

Into the world of envy

I live through

That be the world I perceive

That is the world  I  look around

That would be  not be sound

But that is what is found.