When I realise I had a vote and I wasted it.
When I remember the old lady who no one offered a place to sit on a crowded bus.
When I see the contrast in neatness inside and outside my flats compound wall.
When I find people starving to death for causes that no one listens to.
When I see children running around in bare feet with runny noses, playing on the roads when they should be in school.
When I see the man in faded patched trousers in the supermarket try and explain to his son why he cannot have chips which the other kid is eating.
When I see people spit on the roads.
When I see people flee.
When I see people grudge their driver/servant a few cubes of ice from their fridge as they sleep in air conditioned comfort.
When I see the gender ratio.
When I see tree stumps where trees one stood.
When [V] proves consistantly that people cannot name their President or sing the National Song.
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Yes. I do feel for some things too.
