We are the ones in the back seat–
Yes, we are here, sitting, watching, waiting simply-
Till one piece of good news is flung our way;
And our steady adversaries are quite hard to beat, for
They are replete with antagonizing words: “You will not make it”-
“We sit at the cornerstone of all that is taken”; they are quite loud-
And proud I do say, yet their despicable eyes show their throes of
Convoluted canvases of privileged woes, painted behind those eyes the money flows-
Tales of treason they do reveal, not hidden nor neat-
It is a dollar here and a dollar there, yet we are the ones in the back seat-
Quite wary we are when our weary eyes meet their’s-
And see canvases and bills for their true identities-
The scary reality of a world atop the elite.
Yet we float atop reality in our back seat;
And this is hard to beat.