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Endless Cycle.

by August

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.
 
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Stuck down here, amidst the muck.
Creaking floors - this cycle, stuck.
Father worked, always certain we’d
Be stuck down here.
Eternally.