Everywhere
Struggling families,
A dilapidated blanket warms the children,
A bleak fire burns near,
This is their life, sorrow everywhere.
Charcoal shined shoes,
Diamond-studded cufflinks,
A large fire burns near,
This is their life, wealth everywhere.
A five minute stroll from the bank to the slums,
Each step equals a difference,
Fires become colder and colder,
This is inequality, everywhere.
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