A man sits atop a glass skyscraper.

The building magnificent, made of the most expensive glass known to man. Pure gold trimmed edges all along the building. 

On his desk is the present he bought his beautiful wife. An ivory necklace, almost priceless. It blends right in with the other 2 that he bought for his mistresses. 

The man has all that he could ever want and possesses what most would consider a dream life.

 

What he can’t see from the penthouse of this skyscraper is the world at his feet. 

Outside it is a cold winters day. 

Outside a mother stands, huddling with her newborn baby and husband as they try to stay warm in an unforgiving climate. Now left homeless after they lost their rent-controlled apartment to a man they had never met.

Maria, the old lady from three apartments down on the left. She had been told to pack her bags and leave. With nowhere to go she was forced onto the streets. The cold temperatures are no place for an old lady and she did not last for long. 

 

The skyscraper was not always there. The block used to house families, both young and old, black and white, with all sorts of problems. It was an area that would have been considered unsafe. But the rich want what they cannot have. 

Apartment after apartment the man cut dodgy deals to buy every home on that block to build his glass tower.

He knocked down the whole building to build the skyscraper.

 

Just like a magnifying glass. The glass skyscraper lights fire to the street

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