Let me tell you a story very short,
If you think the world cares then it does not ,
For my experiences of it , there are tales a lot,
But let me pull out a tale from my pocket ,
From the bless of god , it has some matter ,
A coin , a note , a cloth and warmth of the feather,
Let we start the chatter from the little coin-note(may you have more than this in your coat)
These are the most disrespected in life that is now ,
From the person that inspects to the person that watches cow,
Every cog in the machine of the humanity wants to give them a hold ,
Weather they are dirty , or have a cold,
But to why? To use them when another sold,
Love to take , only to give away ,
I ask , are there in this hall any notes lay ?
The one that breathes , the one that speaks ?
Currency inflates , and so do us ,
Currency changes , and so do a woman- man ,
Everyone uses them , so does everyone with.....,
It is disrespected but respected and so do .....
- a short poem from the "Sv"
