Everyone ask me “Why?”,
I have no chance to see lights of sky.
That’s only a picht dark,
I must wear my bad mask.
I’m forced to work in these conditions,
there isn’t space for my personal ambitions.
Only one thing is so sure:
everything should be an enormous censure.
Put on a smile or a simple goodbye,
is it so difficult to give it a try ?
Who knows how many kids have bene exploited ,
And a lot of men are so excited .
I also work if I’m so slow,
what they say I have to follow.
It’s not my fault if i’m here today,
if my life is just so gray.
Children have a life so cool,
I only can see the shape of the moon.
When they’ll bring me some bread or a ham,
I’ll finally be able to scream: Here I am!
Mi sono immedesimato in un bambino del Brasile, cercando di esprimere le emozioni che prova.
Marco Giangregorio 3^ F