Look dear
Out of your luxury window
And from your
Luxury bed
There so many souls
Who even don’t have
A roof on their heads
And not even a sheet
On their stony beds
But oh!
I forgot that
You don’t think them
Human beings
You treat them
With a frown on your brow
And running on the
Same road
That were shown to you
By your elders
You don’t want to make a change
I can understand
You are taking a revenge
For, they work hard
For your luxury and grace
This is why their race
Is your biggest enemy
What a world this is!
The real creators of
Of the world
Are really our of world
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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