What is it that makes your head swell and makes you feel so proud?
Makes you feel you earned a right to stand out in the crowd,
Is it because you think you're so much more intelligent and so very bright,
Believe me there are many so bright if they were light,
They will make you feel like night,
What is it which makes you feel so right?
Is it because you were born in royalty,
And many a people owe you mighty loyalty?
What did you do to be where you are?
To ride in a big and fancy car,
To go to school,
And learn the craft of many tools,
What part do you play in keeping your heart beat?
You could have been born in a jungle and be lion's meat,
What role did you play in not being born in the heart of war,
What role in being born in a family where you can always get some more?
Don't you dare tell me it's hard work when you should know the truth,
Are you working harder than the kid who needs to earn a wage at age five,
Rise before the cock crows with clinical precision when the clock chimes five,
Do you work harder than the countless children who have to walk for countless miles,
With loads on their heads many times heavier than their weights?
Who do you work harder than?
Even though you might work hard,
Many work a lot harder but their life's still so very hard,
What is it you did to prevent you from being born in a cave,
What kept you away from the place lethally hit by the Tsunami wave?
You could have been a genius born without a chance to go to school,
A genius born into crime with cocaine in your veins and the mind of a fool,
You could have been still birthed,
My friend you have no control over these events,
Same as you have no control over the sleep event,
So what makes you think you are absolutely in charge?
You are to some good degree,
The product of something independent and beyond your choice of pedigree,
So do the world a favor and check that foolish pride,
Which still sure goes before a fall!
Brussels © January 2015 afesehngwaHilary
