Worlds Apart is a justice poem. Sadly, the gap between the decision-makers and power holders appears to be widening every day.
Worlds Apart
Dear Ruling Classes
Bespoke suits
Fine Foods
Bulging wallets
Slick limos
disqualify you from
decision-making
power-wielding
tax-imposing
while swanning around
Try living below
the poverty line
and get back to me
if you’re still alive
