The Sky's Tyranny

In realms above, where opulence resides,

A city floats, by wealth and privilege defined.

The mighty, the elite, their castles high,

Look down on those who dwell on land and sea.

With eyes of scorn, they judge and do not see

The toil and strife, the struggle to survive,

In service to their masters in the sky,

Bound in chains, enslaved by cruel decree.

The armies, cold, of artificial make,

A legion crafted by the hands of greed,

Control the masses, quell dissent with fear,

And strike down rebels who refuse to yield.

The sky-born masters hold the reins of power,

Unyielding, stern, no warmth, no love to shower.

As shadows loom, despair descends like night,

The tethered souls, their dreams no more take flight.

Yet hope remains, a spark within the heart,

To break the chains, a new world to impart.

For skies, once clear, will cloud with storms of change,

And those above may fall to Earth's embrace.

The world will turn, a cycle of rebirth,

And free the people from their gilded curse.