Why must they look at them that way?
They aren't all bad, are they?
Why do you pick them out from a crowd?
Don't you have any respect?
We are just people getting from place to place.
Why must you always assume, that all of us are bad?
We didn't do anything wrong.
Why do they stare?
Your not better then the rest of us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thank you, dear Rebecca! Cheers