Classes of people:
Classes in airplanes;
Classes in cinema halls;
And classes in trains.
Yet the slogan is:
All men are equal.
A small Afghan girl,
Sells burgers, earns rupees,
She is a refugee,
Whom should she trust?
People are enjoying,
Vacation and holidays,
Giving money and spending,
on breezy hill stations.
All men are equal!
Sounds good to the ear,
And pleasing to the eyes,
But, are all equal?
The Afghan girl replied:
"My burgers, they are swell."
'All men are equal?' How will this ever be when humanity stratifies itself into classes in every aspect of life?
We have stratified ourselves according to age, race, wealth, religion and others...The phrase is vague on human standards...Or perhaps we will all be equal when we are one with the earth.
milton
A good poem. People raise so many slogans but do not act upon them. Equality must prevail amongst all the rich and the poor, the high and the low.