A LETTER TO THE WHITE COLLAR

From dawn to dusk, we roam the streets

Hunger and fear, our daily treats

From dusk to dawn, unpleasant dreams

Vis-à-vis with life’s harsh realities

With bread and wine at their beck and call

They dine and wine until nightfall

Gathering and hoarding for their vicious deeds

Depriving us of elementary needs

We till the fields and sow the seeds

And lay wait unto the harvest

Praying and hoping it does not tarry

We make our petition known to the Rain God

But while we wait in joyful hope

They creep at night and mount our horses

Reaping with our sickles, the fruits of our labour

Fulfilling their covetous desires

Yet we do not come to wage war

We only appeal for a humble offering

Lend us a helping hand

For in unity, we all stand

Heed our earnest utterance

Lest we bury our tolerance

Bridge this gap in tranquility

Else we do it contrarily