The Workers

Why do some people think they are superior on the basis of their position?

Does a title alone merit respect?

Do those who work with their hands, deserve the scorn of others because of the sweat they pour upon the ground?

Is respect metted out based on caste?

Will things ever change for the workers?

We're the first ones to starve, the first ones to die, the first ones in line for that pie-in-the-sky. And we're always the last when the cream is shared out, for the worker is working when the fat cats about.