NEANDERTHAL

they've added exclusivity
to creativity, but they bother...
yet, I am no scholar, I am a
ghost among the learning halls,
at best, a neanderthal,

a prayer to the lords,
suffering of the hoards,
to comfort,
words of involvement
do not belong,

made of the poor,
of less and never more,
avenues of arteries,
pavement the armory,

in a world we intrude,
uncultered and crude,
food of
exclusive solitude,

how can they heal,
if they cannot feel?
latching to elite, but
never touching concrete.