Analysis of tired

1.TIRED
It hurts to be human,
And I fear the jungle, perhaps it's fare
 I fear fellow humans, for They speak my language,
Riding on my strength,While aiming for my knee,
Toiling to put me down,
Soaking their heart in blood
Whenever I dress my face in awe.

Alas! I'm tired, lost a glimpse of who to trust
Tired of the friends,who like saints of fortune,
Encourage me to toil and not  quit
When in silence, they fast and wish
For my failures and disgrace.

Tired of the men of God
Who greatly negotiate and annoint
With deceptive portions of spiritual food
My fate and luck  in His name
When their heart drains my only pot.

See that legal mind, dressed in legal gown,
Defending my innocence and rights,
Exhausting his mouth and brain,
Manipulating my brain to dance for justice ,
To embrace and trust the process with might,
In his bid to feed his account.

She calls me babe, in the name of love,
Decorating my heart with romantic tunes,
Sunbathing my body with ballads of affection,
But still, has the courage to kill my dreams,
Feeding my brain with thoughts of suicide,
Making my life a hell of storm...

Tired of them who call me brother ,
In the name of friendship and blood,
Radiating smiles to embrace my presence,
When in their world I'm just an alien,
Who deserves nothing but clouds of torment ,
For it fills their bouquets  of merry.

Tired of seeing the good in people ,
Pleading and caressing them for equality,
Trying to force them to behave like humans,
When their humane is grossly darkened,
And all they want is a rain of venom,
To poison all and spare their greed,
Quench their thirst,to have it all.

Tired of being the man of great heart,
When my heart is stuck in a glue of thorns,
Wailing, lamenting for a slice of peace.
Tired of you who chant for change,
When all you do is suffocate the efforts,
Of warriors and knights who  charge for change,
Dressing them in the fashion of your visions.