DISTANCE

There's an acceptance, 
some sort of hope, 
severe expectations in society's hoax, 

you have a right to scream, 
stuck in someone else's dream, 
never finding a lucky penny, 
when the few outweigh the many, 

we move in rhythm, 
in a caste systems of authority, 
insistence on wasted existence, 
in a body of inequality, 

bodily bound, 
subliminally sound, 
callous hands for a mission, 
while kings and queens 
keep their distance, in modesty, 

no need for chains 
they are afraid of the discomfort 
of change, and so they stay in tow, 
to and fro, in the status quo 
of human commodities.