He returned home at night,
After a day of miserable life...
He drenched with sweat making a shade,
Yet, no respect for the blood they shed?
On floor, the one who made mansions laid,
While the exploiters on lavish beds stayed...
No court could give them justice,
'Them', who were victims to unjust prejudice...
Their opinion never really counts,
As to them, only death haunts...
©swastika14
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