I see the classist who fuels the masses. Community, dreams buried under taxes. Who decides what passes and what won't go? You cling to morals, yet you strike so low. Distant pipe dreams, we reach for the jaw that binds us, blinds us under authoritarian law.
******* under our noses, but they're still raised. Scoffed, but scuffed. Wrought, but tough. Why do we wallow in the dirt yet we still look above? "Pick a side, you can't wait in the middle. Can't overlook, you're apart of the visual." We're panicked in the wake of this. "You're either the talk of the show or the mistake that makes the art ugly." In hate the people unite, separated as we ignite. It's unforgivable.
Classism will be the death of us all, it's unforgivable.