We get pocket money,
they get wage.
We can ask for more,
but they have to manage.
We watch movies,
and eating out is what we like.
They have to search food,
or they have to live like on hunger strike.
When we went to playway,
they started work.
We raise our status,
by calling them jerk.
People love wine,
people drink beer
What all they got,
are just their tear.
We select clothes,
according to day.
They wear same,
on each and every day.
People eat sweets,
people like honey.
They cant eat,
coz they don't have money.
What do they did,
whats thier faults?
Why they have to live a life,
with so many halts?
I don't know,
Its who to blame.
But they are the prey,
In this damn game.
They born as poor,
Its not there flaw.
Then why are they treated,
with a different law?
May be its the life,
Which play all game.
For some its joy,
for them its a flame.
We complain our life is boring,
and we live like a tame.
Everyday they wake up,
And the things they do daily are the same.
They need a life,
Its more than a pray
that what all we can doo.
But still I pray,
They get a life too.
If not a very high one,
Then atleast like we all do.
