A child's complaint

Tell me, tell me
How can this be
We're tired
Can't all of you see

You talk like frogs
We work like dogs
Squeeze everything into the head
But they all turn to rocks

Twenty-four hours non-stop
Work's priority on top
We have no holidays
Every soul is a robot

'Do your homework first! '
That's what I've just heard
Can I rest just for a while
My fingers no longer work

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poem by April Fung
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