WE feed the masters of workers.
Yes, We are impoverish and improvident farmers
We toil in summer and we wait till winter.
Yes, we can’t educate our children
We nourish and provide fruits and crops
. Yes, we can’t see fruit of our crops and fruits
Our health deteriorated and weak
Yes, Exchequer is weak, no medicine except to weap.
Middlemen and bankers cheat us
Yes, we are naive in the art of market
We are nation’s food machine.
Yes, bear taxes, harships, poverty and cruelties
Our children are educated!
Yes, to work as clerks and office helpers!
Our schools are dynamic and progressive.
Yes, used as Hujras, chowks and majestic barns.
We are known as Paindos and insolent
Yes, Landlords and capitalists are our lords.
Our sufferings and harships are destined
Yes, the history forefathers is a testimony
The farmers are all brothers
Yes, no boundaries and no borders
We are givers but still poor
Yes, the falgs of revolution must now hover
This piece of poetry has been contributed by Fida Hussain. To write for The Students Herald contact: email@example.com