How proximal we are to this old scene
Though our page in the book of time seems new
Still do we brook abuses most obscene
Of those much less like “I,” and more like “you”
The CEO and the exhausted intern
The penniless miner of lithium
And the app designer, clicking to earn;
Some score; others mop the gymnasium
Some explore space, while others slave for rent
Some own nations, while others beg for bread
One’s mansion overlooks another’s tent
One owns the street that is another’s bed
All are human, as mortal as a fly
Some know opulence; others must serve or die
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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