their hands shade their midday dreams…

i get off the bus, and walk by the mosque that’s surrounded by high-rise buildings, with apartments with central a/c’s and sufficiently airy rooms, with their residents comfortably going about their day …television, homework, cooking, sorting their accounts, conversing with their bodies and their words…

these buildings.. they built..with the hands of the same people who don’t live in them…with the hands of the men who are lying there, in the shade of the mosque…

it’s midday, these labourers are probably on their lunch break…and where do they take shelter? in the shade of the same building in which other people, human..just like them, just like you and me…sleep…

do you get my flow? do you get the irony in all of this? what makes us…in our well-built homes ..more deserving than those who built these homes for us?…

have you seen where they live? the same rooms in which we house 1 or 2 individuals, house 6-8 labourers, in their so-called homes…

i walk into my building..the shade created by the projections of the sports store beneath my building, hold the midday dreams of more labourers….

and i’m supposed to go home and sleep when  done with my day?….there’s no doubt that all the physical work i do in my lifetime, will never amount to the work these guys have done…but yes, i am supposed to sleep…and wake up tomorrow…and day after…and onwards….with my distress or hope or happiness, with out a worry about where i have to find my shade when i am wary…

any why? because i got better education than they did…? because my parents are more well-off than them?…because they were blinded by the illusion that there’s a world outside of their country that would bring them and their loved ones out of poverty?…because they are sold ideas by those who come here get rich…when the truth is we struggle too…the only reason we struggle at a different level because we are files that are placed at a higher shelf, because we were probably educated better, or got lucky?….fuck….with reference to all that is materialistic….education gives knowledge..knowledge is power …power is money…you need money for education…so the cycle is perfect….only coincidences , luck, randomness can give anyone a chance to break out of it…

why? we made this the way it is…why?….why does life have to be a struggle? it’s all so unnecessary…it’s all so surreal..

i wonder what they  dream off…there in their midday dreams…in the shade of the buildings they made with their hands….

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