I feel so sad, seeing the beggars
as I walk into the temple,
with my diamond earrings.
I feel so sad, seeing young men,
hang out of buses ,
as I overtake them,
in my air-conditioned car.
I feel so sad, seeing the child
sweep the floor,
as I talk to my son,
studying in Cambridge.
I feel so sad, seeing the dirty slums
as I stand by my balcony.
Sorry, I shall be late for cocktails
O can’t miss the meeting of
the Committee for Social Justice,
Our American donors are coming.
You can chose to die in malutrition, hunger
or toxic waste….
AND A ‘ HUMAN RIGHT‘ TO MAKE A
– K.Ashok Rao, a working class leader