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I Wonder Why It Is This Way....

The skies so blue, the trees so green;
The wind so pleasant, can't be seen;
There's sunrise, sunset everyday,
I wonder why it is this way....

Every monsoon, rain comes with clouds,
Lightning flashes, thunder is loud;
Winter's cold, hot summer's in May,
I wonder why it is this way....

What fun to learn, what fun to write,
Reading a book, a rare delight,
As I have work while others play,
I wonder why it is this way....

I work and slog, my hands get numb,
The noisy engine makes me dumb!
Damp air, no break and meagre pay,
I wonder why it is this way....

Angry grown-ups at me they shout,
They call me names, "You foolish lout!"
"You're good for nothing brat!" they say,
I wonder why it is this way....

I work they don't — it's just not fair,
No help, no feelings, don't they care?
They have no heart, just rock and clay!
I wonder why it is this way....

I was born poor, my fault they said,
I've to earn my butter and bread,
What wrong I've done, there's such dismay,
I wonder why it is this way....

A seed at once, cannot give fruit,
It needs the time to grow, take root,
Give it the love, the care to nourish,
It'll give sweet fruit and surely flourish!

Do the nation a favour,
Help stop child labour!