Suffer, We Must

Look grandson that tall building you see was made

 by my ancestors and the next by me. 

Where today their is restriction of entry

for my family and me. 

Days I slept on the muddy and stoney floors

of that flat.

Where their now no room is available for

a poor man like me. 

No food for the man who worked with 

hungry stomach day and night.

All the cars that you see they are for rich

people , not for makers like me.

The table that carpenter make with care ,

he can never sit to eat on it.

We are made to work and work must ,

we are made to suffer , suffer we must. 

Grandson , I tell you in future doesn't 

matter what you be. 

Acknowledge the hard works of others

that's all you do for me.