Reality hurts, in every soul of the men, <br />That belong to the Lords, reality really hurts, <br />When the qualified doctors work, <br />As the Hospital Assistants, <br />In the foreign land, reality hurts, <br />When the qualified professional painters, <br />Work as the white washers of the houses, <br />Reality painfully hurts. The state educated, <br />Graduate teachers toil as the maids, <br />The mathematically sharpened engineers, <br />Sweat as the laborers, reality hurts, <br />When over qualified is the barrier, <br />My sibling's educational status changes to lower, <br />To do the work to fill not the account, but wipe the tears, <br />When poverty burst from the breasts, <br />The hunger never diminish in the stomach, <br />The Lords are silent, taking care of a group, <br />Who assume that they are sin less and gifted, <br />As their three meals, robes and roof, <br />Are guaranteed for many generations, <br />Blinded with mist of injustice ignorance, <br />Reality hurts more than the poverty.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reality-really-hurts-man/
