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.