High walls, shielded by glass panes

Sharp suits worn by the wealthy elite

Fresh air, sealed within concrete rooms

Elegant words, spoken with intellect and grace

 

From below,we gaze upward, watching as planes soar

Feeling small, consumed by uninvited jealousy

Hands up, shielding from the relentless sun above

Dreaming of roofs over our heads.

 

How absurd, how outdated-

Why do some gnaw in hunger while others spit with abundance?

Why do we feel like roots beneath their trees?

What a robbery, a theft of what is human

A theft of what is of earth

 

The earth cries under the weight of it all,

Its voice drowned by the clink of silver and gold

While the hungry starve, the powerful feast-

A feast that leaves no crumbs for the rest

 

In the shadows, we yearn for justice

Yet the walls grow taller, the glass thicker.

How long can we endure this cruel game?

Where the few rise, and the many remain unseen.