They call themselves front page
In a land of milk & honey
Accessing the infrastructure
Living a modern life style

Sometimes I visit their site
Walking in the early hours
Everyone fast asleep
I stand at their doorstep

They awake with sleepy eyes
And ask ‘How do you come?’
I answer, ‘I came in the morning’
‘But it is not yet dawn’

You know I live way back
I have to make it as early
as possible, to tell you it’s time
for the front page to wake up

I have walked many miles
Climbing mountains
Crossing gullies
Traversing rivers

Not in search of water
Not in search of a partner
Not in search of food
Not in search of firewood

But in search of basic needs
In search of basic wants
In search of basic goods
In search of basic services

I do not have access
to such things on the front page
So I am called a back page
A stereotype of your world view