Barbarous thoughts always
Bewilder the poor.
Wind and water decides
Fate of soil and seed,
Seeds are sown to feed
Barbarous thoughts!
Poor always bewilder!
Serenity has no meaning
Over rich brutality,
Loveliness runs over the
Colour of cheeks,
You cannot love a poor kid,
He is black and have cold!
Poor kids always bewilder
For the colours rich wear!
The question raised by kid
Was too strong,
But the answer was weak.
Dad, why there are two worlds
Among us, since I am black?
Answer was fumbling,
But was given;
There are several worlds for human
My kid, don’t bewilder!
Each one sits inside his world
And jumps over it again and again,
And declares my world is bigger!
No wonder my kid,
For you are not free from
The holds of the new world.
Poor only bewilder,
You should not;
Since shadows are rich!
Thank You very much.