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I see a poor fellow cleaning my office with sad downcast face A miserable soul - with no hope in his eyes. Beside him stood my idle students some gossipping, some drooling like sick hens The cleaner doesn't exist for them his world is far far away from their high hopes: good jobs, good money, family and friends. They don't care. What am I supposed to teach them? Do I show them the way of all the tyrants and mischiefs of the world who are bent on piecing up the ***** among themselves letting go of their self-respect and dignity or do I preach something different A less trodden way of measure, struggle and equality Are they ready for it Will they listen to it Is it worth the it?
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Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 6:14 AM UTC
The Day Laborer
I see a poor fellow cleaning my office with sad downcast face A miserable soul - with no hope in his eyes. Beside him stood my idle students some gossipping, some drooling like sick hens The cleaner doesn't exist for them his world is far far away from their high hopes: good jobs, good money, family and friends. They don't care. What am I supposed to teach them? Do I show them the way of all the tyrants and mischiefs of the world who are bent on piecing up the ***** among themselves letting go of their self-respect and dignity or do I preach something different A less trodden way of measure, struggle and equality Are they ready for it Will they listen to it Is it worth the it?
rajib
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Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 6:14 AM UTC
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