maybe that guy from Dragons Dean , O ' Leary ? <| sep |> Happened to come across this poem . cant find the source thoughI am ashamed , When the poor maid walks 6 km to my house , To wash my clothes and wipe the floors , and I , Have no money , To give her . I am ashamed , When I ride in my swanky cab , separated from , The dust , the grime , the burning sun outside , That falls on the the rickshaw puller , Outside . I am ashamed , When I can swipe my debit card through , Apparel stores , fast food joints and supermarkets , while , The pani puri Wallah saves his first 500 rupee note , in a week , Only to realise , it stands worthless , Tomorrow . I am disgusted , To think that I , Am more privileged because I can read and write , And make accounts in a thousand banks , while , The lift operator is still learning to read , under the street lamp . I hate myself to think , That the mother of three keeping her savings of thousands safe , Saved over the course of five years , That her abusive alcoholic husband wishes to keep stealing From her , While he beats her every night , After raping her , Is not safe anymore . I hate myself when I , Bite into a slice of fresh black forest , While the beggar ' s infant son , Looks longingly at , Me . I hate to think , That the cataract ridden 74 year old farmer , walking , 20 km every morning to toil under sun and rain , has to , Walk another 10 km to stand in a queue , waitingTo get back his own money . I hate to think , That my hands are tied and , My mouth is filled with sand . I hate myself .