Class
Eyesore a place where the rich was happy
I saw a neighbourhood in which they never belong.
Eyesore cultures that terrified them
I saw higher rising towers that people
Similar to me became a family.
Eyesore a community of great diversity
I saw a neighbourhood that understood me.
Eyesore a city that cops hardly came
I saw an estate that police made their regular base.
Eyesore a street that was forever clean
I saw a court yard that the council hardly paid attention.
Eyesore people who I never address by their name
I saw strangers who are now my brothers.
Eyesore a building resembling a volcano
I saw people I call my family on fire.
Eyesore children being thrown threw windows
I saw the rich watching me burn.
Eyesore the horror on their faces
I saw how their looked at me.
As I stood at the window
In great fear and pain.
Eyesore, I saw in that final moment
That you and I no matter the colour of our skin.
No matter the class, no matter the wealth
We are so much alike in many different ways.
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