The Plight Of The Working Class Poem by Anbudan Miththiran

They call us the bloody working class
They treat us with disdain and scorn
They exploit our labor and our skill
They divide us by caste, race, and faith

They have no respect for the working man
Who toils and sweats for a meager wage
Who strives to improve his lot in life
But faces barriers at every stage

They cheat us of our rightful share
They keep us ignorant and confused
They control the quality of education
They make us feel worthless and abused

They deceive us with their false promises
They waste our money on wars and arms
They claim to be our leaders and guides
But they are nothing but greedy scums

They have no respect for the working class
Who work with dignity and pride
Who endure the hardships and the pain
But never give up their hope and fight