Outsider

On a planet I called my home,
In a world I thought mine,
I am a persona non grata
Dismembered by design.
I have no say in matters of worth,
Despite all the sweats and  toils,
Oh but for a slave of my calibre,
Suffice crumbs from the spoils!
Undue spoils of barbarism,
Sheer powers of blind hate,
Embodied in powers that be,
To try and control my fate.