I carry my hawker, selling things to others; Still poor, endure to sell till I reach my goal;
my wife and kids are not to be sold. Never getting used to be oppressed by treasury. Grit my teeth and keep on saving money. While the ruling class still reign over the country, Wanna flee from this hardship, but have neither power nor energy to resist. Working hard, using up my labour like I am a beast;
I have a voice, but I have no choice and hold no right, I have ideas, but they are constrained; They condemn me being a no brain, knowing nothing but gunny sacks in my hands, Never ever touch any exam; they say I see money as a remedy, They say I prioritize my favour prior the country, that I am nothing but a slave to politicians. I’m just a pawn in the game of power, I could fucking be whatever they desire. Anything but a human, Anything but a human, Born to be a human, but not being treated as human, Body is mine, but desire is devised, Basic human rights are confined, Being so superior in the uniform, and thrashing commoners, Living from hand to mouth, no doubt my life wouldn’t be fostered, Clench my teeth to get 300 baht, don’t ever dream I could be better No title, no rank, don’t ever wish to prosper. Too many questions, blood is the answer, dissents are detained and disciplined in the camp. Born to be a human, but can only be the canaille, only be the dirt, Underneath your feet, no one would hear if you decide to beat. My mouth is damn shut or my life will be in trouble. Killing me alive, putting me in jail, watching the empty wall in twilight. Not a noble who promenaded in the city, Being a commoner who has no money, No military rank, no limousine, Being diminished from the young to the grown-up. No military rank, no limousine, Being diminished from the young to the grown-up. Waking up every morning, working like a cog in the machine, Knowing that well, but still breathing the city smog. Wanna be lavish, wanna be cool, knowing it’s wasteful, Exploiting others, employing reason as a shield, And using stupidity as an excuse. Fooling around for being luminous, But, in reality, being a mere insect in the city, Wishing for one day it will flourish, and someone cares about its existence I’m confused for who I am, Amidst skyscrapers, I can only look up for no floor to stay, Leaving home to strive, dreaming to sleep on a lofty bed. Watching a flock of pigeons drifting around, The reality shouting out from the upper floor. Destiny suppresses me to be this man laying on the middle ground. For the dreams, I submit to those who tricks me to crawl, Pads on my back to appease me with patronizing words filling up my skull, Until I forget the pinnacle I wish, A little thing remains for me, food on the table, I devour. I am a noble, you all are villeins, I am entitled to do any wicked shit. Rebels are diminished in jail, Badges and ranked emblem are here on my outfit. If you wish to walk, I would put you on leash and collar If you wish to talk, I would tape your mouth shut. If you wish to fly, I would chain your leg to the nation I would mark and own you from nose to tail, all the way down. I’m adorned with ranks, so I am worth more than you, To answer why I’m in power over people You are poor, you are deemed to deserve nothing, But only stupidity and cheap chains.