Billy Or Ben?

Expected the window seat to entertain 

Me with the sights of nature and the pouring rain.

But what has pulled my eyes was the lad of ten,

I wonder whats his name is, is it billy or ben?

The bricks lie straight on his fragile head,

Uncompetable to the burden of life that God has made

For him, and for the other mates,

Whose daily wages decide their fates.

The scratched palms deserve some moisturizer of kindness,

Of the harshness of life, he is the witness

The hands are the pillar makers of the unborn house

Where a rich man will reside with his spouse

Their kids will live and laugh 

Unknown to this billy or ben's tears and cough.

I wonder whats his name is, is it Billy or Ben?

God, not a shovel but gift him a pen.