Wealth drips from the fingertips of the rich
They languish in the materialism of the good life
Living out heaven on earth
The rumble of an empty stomach echoes through an alley
***** and homeless, people crawl to their tents
living to starve another day
Flashing lights brighten their already made faces
As they step carefully out of the limousine
Greeting the crowd with a wave, they enter through double doors
Ready to make a dramatic entrance
They sneak a sandwich through their ratty sleeve
As they wander through the convenience store
Desiring the things they cannot purchase
Alarms ring in their arrest
Bubbling champagne fills them with giddiness
Socializing with the friends that stick around for the money
The wealth that you have
And that they want
Waiting for your release
From this empty, pitiful cell
They stare at the wall,
Marked with the days until release into a life worse than before
As they head home, you realize
Is this a life worth living?
With fake friendships
And worthless objects surrounding you
As they uncuff you, you realize
Is this a life worth living?
With poverty at every open door
And no future to look forward to?
They both rush to the brooklyn bridge
Poised for the rush of bone-chilling water to fill their lungs
But as they look out at the city
The bright lights spell out:
The system is broken
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 1:25 AM UTC
Wealth drips from the fingertips of the rich
They languish in the materialism of the good life
Living out heaven on earth
The rumble of an empty stomach echoes through an alley
***** and homeless, people crawl to their tents
living to starve another day
Flashing lights brighten their already made faces
As they step carefully out of the limousine
Greeting the crowd with a wave, they enter through double doors
Ready to make a dramatic entrance
They sneak a sandwich through their ratty sleeve
As they wander through the convenience store
Desiring the things they cannot purchase
Alarms ring in their arrest
Bubbling champagne fills them with giddiness
Socializing with the friends that stick around for the money
The wealth that you have
And that they want
Waiting for your release
From this empty, pitiful cell
They stare at the wall,
Marked with the days until release into a life worse than before
As they head home, you realize
Is this a life worth living?
With fake friendships
And worthless objects surrounding you
As they uncuff you, you realize
Is this a life worth living?
With poverty at every open door
And no future to look forward to?
They both rush to the brooklyn bridge
Poised for the rush of bone-chilling water to fill their lungs
But as they look out at the city
The bright lights spell out:
The system is broken