I’m an eight year old boy.

Who is in this world only to cry! 

I have to work for my food.

Even if I don’t have any mood.

I am treated with so much anger and rage, 

and feel like a lonely bird in a cage.

All the other children go to schools,

but I stay alone and get to work with tools.

I wash the trucks and clean the cars,

I work so much, yet get beaten behind the bars.

Oh my God! This is not fair!

Why isn’t anyone there to care? 

Even i wish to be treated well,

And really hope I could get out of this hell!

But I guess wishing for this, I am just wasting my time,

I know, I have to be punished, even though I have not done any crime! 

Punished by being thrown behind the bars,

Even after cleaning so many cars.