Brewing Poem by Trevor McLeod

People don't love me.
People just hate me.
I just won't see
People won't take me.

What is their problem?
What have they got
stacked up against me
just as I've got?

What am I asked for?
Why am I fought?
What am I suffering for
just as they thought?

How can I get help?
How could they not?
Why am I expected to
live with their haught?

Why am I leaving?
Why are they not?
Why am I expected to
leave and their not?

How can I leave?
How could I not?
How can I come back
knowing their lot?

Where am I going to?
What am I doing?
Where am I expected to
be and left brewing?