Are some people born cursed Are some people born Halfway,incomplete and worthless I am an unfinished painting A painting that is seen and scorned A painting that does not  represent  beauty A painting that represents hideousness A painting whose artist Is misfortune You can see his name Engraved on my legs. How can a man who can't stand on his own two feet Stand ,tall and proud How can he be useful When his legs are useless I am seen as a defective machine A machine that is incapable of fulfilling any task A prototype of a human being A disadvantaged man placed in a disadvantaged place A man physically designed to be poor A man who can never earn a living A man whose life is not worth living. I have one blessing in life A friend that never leaves my side A truly noble man who lacks pride A man proud to walk with an incomplete being A friend who calls me the greatest thing A friend who calls me brother He is my strength Even though he is weak too He is dying but he wants me to keep living His blood screams in pain I pray that one day His leukaemia is slain He would leave his death bed For me to rest in true peace This man should not know death It should be me on my last breath. A crippled man cannot work forever Even in all my endeavours They saw me as a liability They let me go I am deadweight A man with no purpose A crippled man With a defective life. My life came to a close When the leukaemia took what mattered most The ground wailed for me know that my brother will return to the soil I remember his first words "Paul keep on living " He said Now I stare at his lifeless corpse Wishing it was me who death took I am just a crippled man Nothing but broken  bones Why should I l live when the one who kept me alive is dead Why should I stay in a world that has no love for the crippled Without my brother I am truly incomplete.