you plea for the food
the ones in the boot
when the master and the slaves
stand over the loot
you get what they give
with patience and pride
you take what you get
with an innocent disguise –
the one you have learnt to wear
through all these years,
of tears and laughter,
of turmoil and happiness

you have all you want!
but what you need, you don’t get;
you do what you should
but what you must, they won’t let;
you feel the heat above your head
shadowed by a solace;
you trip over the ice cube
and cut your face,
the pain, you don’t feel,
the blood gets washed away!

and all you asked was the food.
that damn food!
the ones in the boot
all you needed was little love;
in your hearts that grew.
and what you got…
you never noticed,
you never knew!


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