The Eyes of a Rich Man
Walking down the street
The eyes of a man watching me
Something about him I have never liked
Possibly the last person I want to see
Many times exchanging insults
Without a single word being said
His smug face and the latest fashion
For this society he was bred
Could he really be thinking
That he can buy exemption
With the flash of his polished look
And no thoughts of his soul’s redemption?
A world designed to enlighten
And to teach us the meaning of justice
His eyes fixed directly upon me
No doubt he loves his status
But is that a crack of doubt
I see in the green of his eyes?
Perhaps I have rushed to judgment
And possibly he is my ally?
Both strangers stop to look
Do we have the courage to question?
In my heart I feel the faintest hope
As I turn from the shop window’s reflection
Copyright © The Fringe | Year Posted 2011
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