Webzietgeist

The mighty walk amongst us
looking just as we do but
seeing only themselves in
everything they do or say.
I see nothing of them.

The righteous sit above us
looking down as we do but
reflecting our choices in
anything we do or say.
I get nothing from them.

The ambitious stand upon us
looking upwards as we do but
thinking of our feelings in
nothing they do or say.
I am nothing to them.

The masses wait before us
looking hopeful as we do but
living with the shortfall in
something we do or say.
I have nothing for them.

I am outcast, punished by want,
hated for greed, surrounded by need.
Yet, I can’t leave. I am investing in us
teaching you, pushing myself higher
giving everything for our place.

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