Consumers

We can’t begin to comprehend the richness of your culture 

Beyond the reaches of westernisation 

But here we are 

You labour and we pay 

We are served by you 

Without sight 

But you call out to us 

Madame, Madame, Madame

Madame, Madame, Madame

Is it because we walked into 

yet another popular outlet of fast fashion 

How are you assuring your next meal

We turned away from you twice 

We walk past street shops and wonder 

How do you make a living 

when we rarely stop to pick up what we see

only to return it to its place 

But you set up shop everyday 

And we walk past you each time 

We are not you today 

We don’t know what it’s like 

Are you eating?

Are you sheltered?


Like we are?