There are those who stand, noses pressed against glass walls of castles . . .
eyes stretched open in fear, ears pricked and peaked for the common cries of common man.
Bourgeoisie fences locked-secured-camera-ready-armed against an unequaled, equalizer. . .
They dine upon the choicest cuts, sipping wine, bathing in champagne, sleeping upon beds of
political gain, beds of Hollywood gain, beds of religious drain, while listening for the cries of
illness and pain. . .the thudding fall of death . . . of common man . . .
The Common, plod on, manning the factories, shoveling the coal, stocking the shelves, opening the “public” schools, clearing the garbage, treating the ill, wiping the carts, stocking the shelves, praying with all our hearts—that the check keeps coming despite the risk, so we can feed the family, buy the meds, and fuel the hope that just maybe we will be okay, after a while.
There are those who stand, noses pressed against glass walls of castles . . .
eyes stretched open in fear, ears pricked, hearts pounding, awaiting the cries of common man.
Climbing crystal stairs, private planes on standby-ready to fly to private isles should
bourgeoisie fences fail to halt the steps of the infamous, equalizers gain . . .
Forget thee not that even the spider and ant enter castles at will. Dost thou knowest that even
glass walls shatter? Have thou forgotten that ye are indeed flesh and blood, not a god?
The Common, plod on, manning the factories, shoveling the coal, stocking the shelves, opening the “public” schools, clearing the garbage, treating the ill, wiping the carts, praying with all our hearts—that the check keeps coming despite the risk, so we can feed the family, buy the meds, and fuel the hope that just maybe we will be okay, after a while.
There are those who stood, noses pressed against glass walls of castles . . .
eyes stretched open in fear, ears pricked, hearts pounding, listening to the cries of common man.
Yet, they too begin to fall, breathing mist upon the walls, as they cry for help from the
locked-out hands of common man who was strengthened by the “herd immunity” whose very
blood was taken and sold for profit, to save the remnant world community.
Common man, who once was sick, but still, had to bury the dead plodding on, manning the factories, shoveling the coal, stocking the shelves, opening the “public” schools, clearing the garbage, treating the ill, wiping the carts, praying with all our hearts—that the check would keep coming despite the risk, so we could feed the family, buy the meds, and fuel the hope that just maybe we would be okay, after a while.
***Epilogue***
There are those who will again stand, noses pressed against glass walls of castles . . .
Taking credit for saving the world-bragging on stock market gains, vacationing in paradise,
swinging golf clubs, feeding the frenzy of political games.
They dine upon the choicest cuts, sipping wine, bathing in champagne, sleeping upon beds of
political gain, beds of Hollywood gain, beds of religious drain, ignoring the pleas for
justice, better pay and better hours, and equal opportunities to educate the children of common man. . .
Common man, works earning minimum wage, enduring inhumane hours, no vacation or sick pay, no 401k. Having to choose between, food, medicine, or paying the bills. Trying to educate their sons and daughters while tuition is out of reach-educational loans cutting to the bone. . . and scholarships are awarded to the children of those who stand with noses pressed against glass walls of castles.
. . . There are those who stand, noses pressed against glass walls of castles . . .