UNFAIR

When I was a little boy,
Still playing in the sand with toy,
I saw life as seriously unfair,
But I still wonder if it's fair.

I often asked why I'm dark hue,
Or why humans aren't created blue,
Why I sweat to climb a tree,
While birds simply fly free.

And I asked why the cripples are there,
Despite all the distress they bear,
Why the blind only have his teeth,
To tell if his food is stone or meat.

Everyday I'll stand to watch the cars,
As their tires whistles on the tars,
And I wondered who can afford those things,
As most can hardly afford milk tins.

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