If they didn't build schools
We will be lurking in the meadows
Looking for rodents
I would have nomemories of the days
We trekked to school,
I have seen those who dropped out
And those who dropped in.
I know where I belong,
The anguish on the faces
Of my age mates in the village
And the struggle of the townspeople
The hustle and bustle, the hubbub
And the crimes,
I am bewildered by the difference
It makes, how I am moulded in this
Hue, able to know the difference now
Between those politicians and their
Myrmidons,
If they didn't build schools
Gaols will be our project.
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