Can you evaluate this poem please?

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15 November 2010
Zahid from Pakistan

I AM WITHOUT ANY CARE

There is very little in my heart
I don’t know either hate or love
But what I posses, hard to express
Like affection in prejudice’s stress

I feel a chain of tears and smiles
Whatever it is, it’s stranger than skies
The skies of my enemies’ shadows
Disserting a kingdom of meadows

My blood is not obedient to me
My breath is not an opening key
My lungs are locked from fresh air
Of my blood, who needs to care
 
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