The gravity of our world were between a few walls.
Those walls were more than just walls.
Those walls were:
Our sense of taste,
Our sense of smell,
Our sense of familiar.
Those walls were our sense of safety and belonging.
While they were driving to their known destination, we were driven into the unknown.
While they were sleeping in their warm beds,
Some of us were dying of the cold.
While they were sipping on expensive wines,
Some of us were dying of thirst.
While they were having fancy meals,
Some of us ate plastic and papers.
To the powerful decision makers, we were:
Not even just a name,
Not even just a number,
Not even just a file.
We were a nothing,
We were just a budget cut,
But never did they offer a pay cut.
How quickly they run to fame.
BUT HIDE FROM BLAME.
We paid with our lives.
And yet we only get a pile of lies.
The end
