Crack of dawn

First poem I have written since December. A some what realistic view of what is really going on.

At the crack of dawn the sun starts to rise.

A new day is being born, but still the hungry cries.

You get up and eat then read the news paper.

They get up and eat little and get ready for the harsh labor.

You go in your fancy car wearing your expensive diamond watch.

They travel in a small cart going to dig for the diamonds for your watch.

You scream at your assistant just because she got you a slightly different cup of tea.

She puts up with your screaming just so that she can feed her family.

You go through your day thinking you're so great.

The workers that do everything for you feals nothing for you, but hate.

 

 

Author's Note

Sorry if there are grammar problems, What do you guys think?