The Honest Slave

From dawn to dusk I work for you, From dusk to dawn I think for you, When do I think of them who are born of me not through you? You pay me for What and how I work For you and your gains. I never blame the Sun In the noon for it's hot Nor to the rains. Althrough the night My nerves tense for What the work next lay, From home to office I run for you, you call Be it night or day. You made me forget Sir What my children want, What a spouse needs. You made me an ant small To carry fifty times loads, With your large heart, words. We shall remain low, Narrow and rustic minds, Small and smart slaves, Till you are so great Rich and smiling cats, care us such, we braves.