O hey, I am lost
can you help me, please?
someone asked me who I was—
what answer should I give?
colour, ethnicity, being uncouth,
which is me?
the only colour I carry
is the colour of poverty,
and the mirror agrees.
I only see an ordinary bloke,
waiting in a queue
for the permit to exist.
yet, at the desk,
someone says:
\"only the rich, please\".
brothers and sisters,
drowning in poverty,
poor\'s ark is the place to be.
a long time back,
i stepped on it.
colour, ethnicity—
the fancy words.
though I wish I had the right one.
but do they lessen
poverty\'s misery?
we, the affliction on polity,
those you left behind—
now the shadows are pulling you in.
O hey, did you say:
\"this sodding chap is a blight
on polite society\"?
yes sir, yes ma\'am,
that I am.
I am your faithful servant,
a true product of your kind creation.