Magic unleashed, “friends” around.
Education in colours abound.
Learned folks in stained-glass towers,
Laboured duties left to ours.
Manicured streets they walk, in hurry;
Living on high, with those deemed worthy.
Paltry thoughts for the lesser folk;
Those who outskirt the city, broke.
Opportunity for those with crystal to pay,
For the few that don’t, in poverty they lay.
...
Stuck down here, amidst the muck.
Creaking floors - this cycle, stuck.
Father worked, always certain we’d
Be stuck down here.
Eternally.