I FEEL STRANGE
We usually talk of honesty and truth,
But i feel strange,
When a beggar asks for alms,
And we say we don`t have change,
When in the crowded bus,
We don`t give seat to old persons and women with children,
We welcome the guest without warmth,
When we cry much,
Without little work
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