Will May Help Them

Will May help them ————————— They are still on platforms and their dine is on roads Their dresses are torn as rags but they are creators of our life May comes here every year but their life is still poor with ters Their hands are handling gold and silver but still they are eating in mud and paper plates Palaces and multistories are their creation but they have their bed on the earth under a open sky Come my man to change their lives at least to have an hut and plastic trays for food