The Educated One....

O, You...The Educated One! Why do you objectify me?

Can’t you ‘feel’ the sting of my misery?

Can’t you ‘feel’ the pain of my tragedy?

Can’t you ‘hear’ the choking of my throat and the coughing of my lungs?

Can’t you ‘feel’ my craving of hunger?

Can’t you ‘see’ the melancholy of my stare?

Can’t you ‘listen’ to the silence within me?

Can’t you ‘taste’ the bitterness of my life?

Can’t you ‘smell’ the filthy shanty where I stay?

Can’t you ‘see’ that this sorrow can’t be alleviated?

Can’t you ‘understand’ the shallowness of your promise?

Can’t you ‘realize’ that your world is a fake?

O, You...The Educated One! You can only objectify me!

For, you are too weak and afraid to help me! 

It is You, who requires help – not me.