You Never Came
I never asked you to feed us,
Or give us gold from your chest.
It wasn’t your job — I knew that,
Our father carried that test.
But not once did you knock the door,
Not once ask, “How are they today?”
We weren’t starving for your riches,
Just a kind word — but you walked away.
You worship money like it’s your god,
Kneel to those with wealth and fame.
But hearts like yours are hollow vaults,
And love’s a word you never claim.
You weigh people in coins and cars,
Give smiles to suits and silk ties.
But to the ones who struggled near,
You offered only cold goodbyes.
I feel no hate — just pity now,
For the life you’ve locked in greed.
You keep your money stacked in walls,
But your soul still bleeds in need.
Earn, earn, earn — more and more,
Stack it high, then shut the door.
Eat your riches, taste your pride,
Let your silence be your guide.
While we — with nothing — learned to shine,
Built a life without your line.
You missed the chance to stand as kin,
Now we rise, while you cave in.
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