Migrant Walkers

Hunger lurks in every inch of my body,
Hunger hides in your eyes;
Yours of greed and power, 

Mine for ways to survive.
I walk miles hoping to reach home,

While you take pleasure

In jogging around parks;
I am fragile, yet I have to walk on, 

You are dieting while working from home.
Here I am, child in arm, 

Nobody was there to hear my plea.
There you are, mask and gloves, 

Complaining about the lifestyle you miss.
Here we are, class apart, you refusing wages to me; 

Aware that I work hard and make things easier, 

So that you can live the life you boast of often to society.
I die on the road, alone and helpless, 

You just post about it, shaking your head in dismay. 

The next morning, my blood stains are washed away, 

Lest your luxury car gets strained on the way.

~ Suranya