My name is Ai
I am five
I lived a lie
I wonder why
Yesterday I tripped and fell
Underneath my daddy's well
They said I was unlucky
And said they were sorry
I did not understand
What they had at hand
So I asked the elders
And a group of villagers
What was going on
But they said the story was long
Started with the day that I was born
The day when they lost a harvest of corn
They lost their food and money
And since that day, it was never sunny
The chief had just entered the room
With one casket, a knife and a loom
He pointed at me
And took a look to see
Then held me tight
With all his might
Tied my hands
With the loom's strands
Told me I was to be sacrificed
To stop the heist
They said I was to be buried alive
Or else they had to work and strive
I sat hopelessly waiting
Each second I started hating
They grabbed a shovel
And poured me with gravel
I gasped for air
For I was barely there
I took a look and see
Who was burying me
Only to find out that it was you
How can I even curse you
So I wept once more
With my body full of gore
Begging you to halt
Cause it's not my fault
But then you looked away
With nothing else to say
I cursed you and said my last reply
I asked you why
I tried to live a lie
My name is Ai
I am five
That was the day I wasn't alive
