Another wakening

I am just another,

Spark of innocence,

Another child,

As little as thee,

And yet I matter little,

I have no where to be,

No books, no home,

No special sanctuary...

I work always,

I work for thee,

Always trying to be,

Something more than me,

Yet, I am alone,

Lonelier than you will ever be,

And yet, I am bound to live

I live alone,

I am scared of being me,

I look at thee with admiration,

But, no one sees me

I earn a scanty meal,

That is my own luxury

Not a smile not my hopes

But, a morsel is my nursery.

Yet, I grow like an disheveled weed,

I become another man,

Just like thee,

You wake up in the morning to study,

The same is done by me,

Your lessons are in education,

I educate myself in the cruelty

Shown to me

Far from the flowers like thee,

I am a dark blot,

You, the future of the country,