A child's complaint
Tell me, tell me
How can this be
We're tired
Can't all of you see
You talk like frogs
We work like dogs
Squeeze everything into the head
But they all turn to rocks
Twenty-four hours non-stop
Work's priority on top
We have no holidays
Every soul is a robot
'Do your homework first! '
That's what I've just heard
Can I rest just for a while
My fingers no longer work
The sight becomes blurry
Eyes no longer listen to me
'Relax, relax...'
I obey swiftly
Oh now can you tell me
How can this be
When will the journey end
When will we be free
poem by April Fung
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