Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
Dwarfed Human
Give me a small bundle of yarn,
Silk, wool or thread,
I will make beautiful attire,
sweater or loin cloth to cover you.
Give me bricks, stones and cement,
A comfortable house will be built,
for you and your children's children,
My tireless sweat may be hidden.
Give me a mother board, some GB memory,
I can use the buses to drive,
You can view the visuals on the monitor,
Speed the fastest, there evaporate my tears.
When you source my labor,
Have you ever thought about my tear?
Cheaper is better, we, poor are always poor,
May be not at your door steps, but in far away lands.
Ignorance of our politician is an asset to you.
How do people lose their voice, when they are penniless?
The oil pumped out from middle east,
The rich get richer. The Poor become terrorists.
Does the labor have different values,
in different continent?
Do the emotions have different intensity,
in different citizens?
poem
by
Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
solid border
dashed border
dotted border
double border
groove border
ridge border
inset border
outset border
no border
blue
green
red
purple
cyan
gold
silver
black