I am always there,
but no one knows me.
You meet me every day,
but still don't know my name.
I always cry for my right,
but I am always prejudiced.
I cry because of my self.
Problems come to me at the speed of light,
but I've no one to tell my plight.
I want my right and,
however I will get it.
I am The Common Man.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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