Avarice

Cracked streets mirror the faces of the lean
Repressed by a split society

The gutters overflow with poverty
A judgement is passed faster
Than the water and the bread

Ive endured all the seasons
I’ve been sunburned by the scoffs
Frostbitten by the shame that they throw my way

Do they see a human?
An identity more than: Homeless and hungry
Adolescent injury has left me without mobility

The concrete jungle has digested too many

Beneath the layers you look a lot like me
Fingerprint of deity, breath of the Holy
Beneath the layers you look a lot like me
See me in despair, will you spare anything?

Behold my eyes are opened
I see the great divide
It’s hungry as the abyss
Their fortress scrapes the sky

Outside the peasants and poor are of multitude
Quickly forgotten by the ones
That are living in plenty

Beneath the layers you look a lot like me
Fingerprint of deity, breath of the Holy
Beneath the layers you look a lot like me
See me in despair, will you spare anything?
I don’t care about the amount in your pocket
But can we address the plank that occupies your eyesocket

Knuckles white, around your pocket book
Where have you built up your kingdom?

I’ve stored up in paradise
Where this weathered attire
Is worth more than your prized

Beneath the layers you look like me
Beneath the weeds, set 6 feet deep
You never shared a thing
Now we share everything