what can you do if she's better than you?
how do you win an elitist's heart with a peasant grade soul?
can you endure the pains of nobility that a serf cannot understand?

what would you do if he's lower than you?
will you allow your excellence to get the better of you?
can you endure the suffering a commoner goes through?

a pained smile on this servant's face,
a glare from his higher he cannot erase.
how can one so low and commonplace,
seek to reach the greater outer space?

yet does the higher remember all the pains she took
to reach for the higher place from which she looks
treachery,cunning,self-righteousness and scheming
all for that place atop the ceiling?

a life of crime redeemed with a single action?
a greatness, tainted by bad perception?
a hallowed word, soile by misinterpretation?
loving words, rotting with miscommunication?

how is it that one so easily divides,
the world into rich and poor resides,
where one may do whatever he likes,
and the other, not strong enough to fight for his rights.

and those who claim to struggle for truth
so lordly and high up, through the roof
can they be trusted?
are they all saints?
and when we uncover the truth do we say?

"oh, what a wonderful man,
donates a million, straight out of his hand"
when in his swiss back he has billions more
all hoarded up like a dragons store.

delight! defiance! some struggle to show
that people like this are not worth their goal
to attain lofty heights one must realize
that their humanity is the only price.