From the Mountains
From the city and take this challenge.
Go to mountains and teach little children.
Ignorance creeps in my heart.
Those children have stories to cry.
Doesn’t even know 1, 2 and 3.
Seeing them doing works under the tree,
My heart cries out loud like a stereo.
Have nothing to invest for education.
Wish I am the Genie from the bottle.
Transform their lives to a fancy one.
Still I’m happy enough to see my worth.
Could still teach them what is right and wrong.
May be simple for a rich someone…
It means a lot from the mountains.
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