Be Composed, Dear Brother!

Be composed; don’t take the next flight, When you are toasted under the hot sun, Left with cloudy water and surrounded by the flies, When your leather shoes are smeared with dirt, Your shorts are stained with colorful dots, Look, the land of ours is good, Thousands of them on the roads, Be composed; dear brother of few people, They travel as the rats in the tunnels, While the upper ground is meant for the rich and famous, The well dressed people in the clean streets, We have millions of rugged people with no lights, Be composed; Don’t take your next flight.