School Rickshaw Poem by Green Peace

Tiny tots
No thoughts
Uniformed, Bagged, Tiffinboxed, Waterbottled
In microcosm mollycoddled.
Childish, pettifoggy, peremptory
Yet sent out to be a small soldier in
The gargantuan, outer world
Squeezed as if chickens in a van
Tearful eyes, woolly babble, scream
Picked up from homes, left to schools
Regularly he ferries them deligently
Father of the child
Unknown love bond
Whose father?
Whose child?
Yet benevolent
In the coming and the going
yearning,
Priceless, guided duty
Leads the path, nameless somebody.