Classes

 

Oblivious to the pains of want, hunger, suffering,

money is but an inconvenience to manage—

yet the obsession to possess it,

to wield its power and false freedom,

is beyond intoxication—

beyond addiction—

beyond human worth.

Others sacrifice their years to scrape a subsistence,

slaves to an economy built for the well-heeled,

laborers, servants,

swindled by the elite,

ground down in silent devotion

until one day they die—

unnamed, unmourned, yet essential.

And then those who grovel in the gutters,

eating scraps, wearing rags,

swallowing fire to silence the ache of existence—

they too enrich the greedy overseers

of an unjust society.

Many classes.

One humanity.

Too little compassion.