He mumbled something to figure it out
And said the price
'To who is this?' I said
'What I've chosen does not exceed four pounds.'
'No! They're five.' He said
'And if you object, I'll consider them seven.'
I left with fierce anger
Thinking of the matter, absent-minded
When injustice is a permanent guest on the scale
It is more honourable to leave
Keeping in hands the pearls of honour
Refusing to stand between two sides
Passive!
On the way, I heard a scream nagging me
Attacking my heart
Making it heavy
I returned
And bought a bag of fruit!
