Separation

Separation
By Mark Spencer

There are those who live in mansions,
Villas, chateaus, and flats.
Still others who live in boxes,
Or sewers with the rats.

Some drive the most expensive cars,
While others have to walk.
Some get around in private planes,
And ride the wind...like hawks.

The wealthy get to eat like kings,
The needy beg for crumbs,
The rich are called aristocrats,
The poor are simply bums.

And in the center of this mess,
Exists the middle class.
A multitude of idle hands,
That let this offence pass.

For they don't wish to rock the boat,
Or risk losing it all.
The rich control the world markets,
Governments are their thralls.

Nobody wants to be reduced
To begging on the street.
For those who challenge city hall,
Will only face defeat.

And so we tend to our own needs,
Pretending there's no mess.
We make believe the world is fine,
And no one is oppressed.

The homeless did it to themselves,
And this is their reward.
It's because of their addictions,
That they are now ignored.

But addicts aren't the only souls,
Abandoned to this hell,
Some lose their jobs, then lose their homes,
Some have children as well.

How foolish is the human race,
That we allow this blight?
Mammon turned us into cattle,
And we put up no fight.

We just worship shiny metals,
And covet pretty stones.
Ignoring those we've sacrificed,
As Mammon grinds their bones.

Some have too much, others enough,
And some face starvation.
No one is equal in a world
Of class separation.

Humanity will not have peace,
Divided as we are.
As long as we can be defined
By a job, home, or car.

It's only on uneven ground,
That one rules another.
Yet if we're on a level field,
We're sisters and brothers.

But man will never make that choice,
He likes his distinctions.
One day he'll separate himself,
Right into extinction.