Avarice

Cracked streets mirror the faces of the lean

Repressed by a split society

The gutters overflow with poverty

A judgement is passed faster

Than the water and the bread

Ive endured all the seasons

I’ve been sunburned by the scoffs

Frostbitten by the shame that they throw my way

Do they see a human?

An identity more than: Homeless and hungry

Adolescent injury has left me without mobility

The concrete jungle has digested too many

Beneath the layers you look a lot like me

Fingerprint of deity, breath of the Holy

Beneath the layers you look a lot like me

See me in despair, will you spare anything?

Behold my eyes are opened

I see the great divide

It’s hungry as the abyss

Their fortress scrapes the sky

Outside the peasants and poor are of multitude

Quickly forgotten by the ones

That are living in plenty

Beneath the layers you look a lot like me

Fingerprint of deity, breath of the Holy

Beneath the layers you look a lot like me

See me in despair, will you spare anything?

I don’t care about the amount in your pocket

But can we address the plank that occupies your eyesocket

Knuckles white, around your pocket book

Where have you built up your kingdom?

I’ve stored up in paradise

Where this weathered attire

Is worth more than your prized

Beneath the layers you look like me

Beneath the weeds, set 6 feet deep

You never shared a thing

Now we share everything