I am a little pebble on a beach
Trampled on by strangers of stout build
Battered by surges from far, far away
Terrified, shaking all over, with cries muted...
I am a little kid with no parents and next of kin
One day when I was eating my modest meals
Grim-faced guys approached me and said,
"Kid, spoons and knives are not allowed."
They say luxury utensils are not fit for a barbarian
from a small country
The kid now picks up his meals using his fingers...
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