We go out although far
Away from ma and pa
Away from the land that’s ours
For long journeying hours
We forget not the sweet
Of home, especially when people spit
Into our faces with hate and disgust
And at times being returned for mistrust.
They always trying to hammer out of us
Models, in alleys and in subway we pass.
Comparing them with us in the glass
There is one lucid difference only.
They comfortably sitting at home and we are lonely.
We bent our backs and toil,
Happy to lead our lives in turmoil.
We aren’t happy at all
But we can not let our economy fall
Tumble and break-
Some day it will be you
Enjoying the experience you will be going through
I bet I don’t hate
But pray: make a better world for you and for me
