Who are we?
A cold feet, or a bare bone skelton,
A visiting travellers in your kindom, or son of a mother,
Who are international student?
An asset or number, or neither that matters,
Do you know they are not all same,
Even when you look at them being always amazed,
You must have noticed their accents,
Was it hard or you think they can do it?
Who are international student?
Do they all look Asian for you? Because there are many countries just so you know,
When they come see money ,
But how they live here is quite honestly very lousy?
You see Guchi, and their Gabana,
No one really wants to know how they get on one meal because they are all Rajas,
You ask them to fill up the progress report, but it doesn't matter if they are feelings upset or Alone,
You think they have all time, while their mothers wait through the day for a night call,
You may have heard them talk aloud,
Well there is a cultural difference you may not have heard, right?
Your Peter and Adam is a name they must know,
While you drop a syllable, don't take their name because off course it's not a big deal you know,
Who are international student?
Assets, numbers and a transit migrant!
