Tattered, beaten, broken & raped
The things about my life that no one hates
I look to salvage all my mistakes
Maybe something good comes from my haste
The straight long shackle hangs down my waist
Consumed by my lust, fulfill my taste
Emptiness falls like a brick on my face
I look inside and I find a box of erase
Nothing else for me, nothing…just this stanza
A stanza dedicated to my mistakes
Just A Stanza By Muhammad Shoaib Ali.