We all weren’t going to be equal after all.
Amid class, segregation, rise and fall.
Opportunities vary and begging isn’t something they are proud of.
A better life they would have lived without all these loots.
The mistakes had been made, the rot is already there; we can’t look up at the roof.
We ‘ve got to focus on our problems from a position not aloof.
We are never better until we prioritise fixing this over an extra pair of boot.