Some people work in a factory called a sweat shop,
They work from sunrise till after dark, and don't stop.
The blind man lives by himself in a room,
He cannot see, so each day is filled with gloom.
A crippled man begs for food from his wheelchair,
He often thinks that life is very unfair.
A homeless man in a small, dirty bed does flop,
For a job he would gladly jump and hop.
A cult member, on a street, flowers does sell.
His mind has been brainwashed, and he fears hell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem