In dedication to the cuckoo who taught gratefulness,
Oh ungrateful child
You are a tough one
See my sword of wisdom
I shall slash you into little little pieces
Go cry for your mother and father!
That little pain you have in your
Back, neck and head
For just working a few hours in the restaurant
That is nothing compared to the twenty years of work
That they endured to send you to school,
College and roaming around the world
You think that you deserve better
With your college educated skills
But can those feed and sustain you?
As of now you are alive
Because of the restaurant
You say you want to change the system
Benefit the workers
But you, privileged one
Leave work before the shift ends
You say you want
To become a writer
About the contradictions in your life
You ungrateful child
No, life is not that easy
Not at all
This restaurant of yours
Was not easy to build
Can you hear that vicious laughter and mockery
Your parents received
When they had to beg and borrow money?
“You crazy fools!
It will never succeed!”
The ‘shit’ they had to take from
Relatives, ‘friends’ and customers
Would make you weep for days and days
Oh if you heard those stories
Aren’t you protected from the sorrows of the world?
And you are still ungrateful for it?
Change your ways before it’s too late
Redeem your sins and negative karma
Your reality was projected to you
In order for you to transcend it
Fill your heart with Gratefulness and Love
And you shall overcome it
Yes if you listen and do so
Those encaging walls shall crumble
Those snakes shall be wiped away
Love, teamwork and cooperation
And indeed the world will change!
Change your ways before it’s too late my friend
Listen to my words, ungrateful child