"In times like these we must stick together."
that's the message we emit.
We are unwillingly bound together by the burdens we share,
by debts unpaid.
We wear the shackles of someone else's mischief,
we carry the cross of those we carry,
atop that golden seat.
we are raceless,
faceless speckles of human beings.
The dread creeps in and we hold hands,
praying for the darken night to end,
we squat and huddle in.
we, horders of the world,
squatters of the unwanted, the unpaid.
A bursted bubble of dreams.
Dreams of those gleaming citizens
who now blind us with their pride,
look down on us and feel shame.
We weren't always the soot,
we once gleamed and had rights.
Now we represent the other side,
now we huddle in as the darken night creeps in.
and we cling to the skirts and ankles of those who gleam.