Workers: We sweat in the day <br /> awake in the night, <br /> Body pains, muscles strains, <br /> All this for a two square meal per day. <br /> <br />Farmers: We work hard with our hands, <br /> not for us but for the first-class brands, <br /> But we are compelled to <br /> kill ourselves with our own hands. <br /> <br />Women: We look after the home, <br /> take care of everyone, <br /> But what is this storm? <br /> Respect we get from none. <br /> <br />Students: We struggle to study <br /> Work to pay <br /> What's this buddy? <br /> Corrupt are our results, we say. <br /> <br />Politicians: No problem, No problem, No problem, <br /> You will have to cry <br /> if you 'vote for me'. <br /> Your mind will dry <br /> if you 'vote for me'. <br /> Its all for you pleasure <br /> Please 'vote for me'. <br /> <br />All these are general ones, <br />How many times will our life will turn, <br />When will a sun will come <br />where the darkness will run, <br />When will the good win over the bad, <br />When will the people never be sad <br />When will the people unite and say, <br />'WE ARE THE ONE, WE ARE THE CHANGE'.<br /><br />Vaishnavi Singh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/problems-of-indians/
