I live in slum
But serve in palace
I'm wrecked with penury
But my boss in luxury
My tear preach poverty
But my boss handles it with levity
I pale and whither in hunger
But my boss shines in his Hunda
I glory in the crumbs from his table
But complains my integrity is questionable
I farm for my boss to eat
But my boss gives me no portion of my labour to eat
I made my boss who he is
But to my plight,he never asks what it is?
