They told us education is the way.
It will make us better.
Yet we rest in peace without getting it.
After school, they said.
Our lives will be better.
wealth will come our ways
But they never told us
some of us will be friends to church mouse.
And some too,
will only add to the wealth of the grave.
Oh God,
we can't blame you.
We don't even have the locus to do that.
You alone,
understand why.
in our pains, we will still thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem