Can you not see?
Can you not feel?
What your peers are up to?
Fetching rags,
saving every tit and bit,
for our nation to capitalize.
Can you not see?
Delivering newspapers,
braving the daybreak chill,
for a populace, informed.
Can you not feel?
Playing on the streets,
amidst the rush-hour chaos,
to ease the urban mood.
Can you not see?
Selling Harry Potters,
they cannot read,
for you to kill time!
What a shame!
Can you not see?
those innocent peers of yours,
working hard, day and night,
to earn their bread.
Can you not feel?
the dreams they conceal,
the time they do not have,
the life they do not live.
« return.