The civility of all the world
is in itself astounding,
considering the mass exploit,
The single top percents of all,
the gifted sons of birth,
who, being of the Bourgeoisie
have found themselves of worth.
Their simple heritage divine,
a godsend to us all,
when in their still unbeating hearts
they pin us to a wall.
Because some aren’t of noble birth
they wait upon their squalor,
to one day hope to right the wrong
that began upon the dollar.