I feel anger, shame and pains
As farmers perish in torrid plains
Terror, toil and tears they bear
While I snuggle in this comfy chair
I can drink fresh cool water
While freshwater fish elsewhere face slaughter
Farmers are instilled with purpose and pride
Procrastinators like I brush urgencies aside
I have the desire and duty
To honour my creed and somehow serve my country
I may have passed my Advanced Levels
This is not succeeding all levels
I strive to make intellect
My thirst-quenching quest
