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by Naveed
Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #2131759
What have I done to deserve this?
Word Count: 179
Line Count: 27
Form: Free verse

Every morning, I take a ride,
Through the outskirts of the city,
Where I reside.
I see broken houses and polluted streams,
Roads that have seen mortar only in dreams.
I see children running naked in slums,
Picking trash or playing tag,
Under the sun.
I see men hurling on top of buses like bombs,
In their clothes so torn, perfumes not worn.
I see people living lives they don’t deserve,
Children with plights, in their eyes,
To skip labor for a day for school.
What have they done to deserve this?

And as I watch, I go into a trance,
In my apathy, I make up for the sleep lost.
I see my bed and the roof on top of my head;
The dinner table looks as delicious as always.
I see my college, where I belong;
Witness the pastures,
The ventilated compounds.
I witness my pay check for sitting on a desk;
Equal to four of these laboring lads.

I’m shook to consciousness,
With a sweaty forehead,
And I think:
What have I done to deserve this?
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