I don't deserve you

I built every wall
I built every floor
I built every roof
But I don't own my home
They call it yours

I built the roads
I built the cities
I built those tall skyscrapers
Yet I have no home

You spend your lives
Running behind money
You complain of stress
You complain of worry

I live by day and night
If I don't work
I have nothing to eat
Yet I try to smile

My kids need the stars to sleep
Their toys are the little pebbles
What can I complain of
When my needs are so less

Your wants never end
Your greed never ends
But I am grateful in what I have

You work hard to build nations
Your work adds to the GDP they say
What about mine I ask
They said we are unorganized

What do you do they asked
I carry my nation on my shoulders
Yet they said we're not important

I walked and walked
Till my legs broke
Yet it couldn't kill my spirit

I wondered why didn't my nation need me now
I built their homes
I built their roads
But none to help me now?

I still say worry not brother
I shall come back to build back your cities
To keep them running
Day after day
In the end I realized
You can't help me
Who cannot help himself

We build and run this nation
Every single day
We may not add to your GDP
But there's no nation without us

They called me a migrant
But I thought it was my city

We are dying everyday
So you can stay safe
So you can have a roof
So you can have your cars

But do you remember me?
What do you do brother I ask?
Do you build nations?
Think again.


--From the eyes of a "migrant"

No thanks, no recognition is enough for you. We're sorry we let you down, like every time.