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.