Decision making is an intrinsic part of our being
Not that we are wise but mean
Desperate for survival, we struggle daily
We are young yet we do what adults do daily
Sobbing, crying, kneeling, begging for food
This daily routine became our mood.
Never born with a silver spoon
Not to talk of using a silver spoon
Hardship is an emblem, like a trademark
we carry its logo, stamped with its hallmark
We eat what we have not what we want
For our daily bread, we must hunt.
The rich sees us as nothing
Yet we make them something
We run errands for them willingly
and do their jobs speedily
They never once cared if we exist
but they know once we desist.
We work than they do
yet they gain than we do
Always the last resort never a priority
They flaunt their success claiming superiority
We all suffer from inferiority complex
Their ailment is superiority complex.
Life is ironic indeed
We have nothing, yet we take the lead
All the things they never have, we do
We have the leg, they have the shoe
Not only do we own their private life
They depend on us for their public life
At first, they were objects of envy
When we found out that the government will levy
based on their outputs and income
The envy decreased since we know the sum
But unfortunately, they own us
They ride us just like an horse.
We are their ladders to success
Yet when we talk, we make no sense
We have goals and dreams to rule our world
The only person we have is Jesus our Lord
One day our voices will be heard
and our words must be said.
If only we can be helped
Then the world will know we were led
Not by spiritual forces but by our thirst
for affluence, and being heard was a quest
to show the rich how we can thrive
Cos we all live to die and we die to live.