the servant class

the hand that layed the brick
and the sweat that rolls and drips
are the slaves the monument are layed upon,
but yet their lives are terribly undone

the blood that suffered the cause of the foundation
or the ones that culture the womb of vegetation
are the drying lips,dying of severe hunger
while the commanders are the greedy mongers

the potter that moulded the plate
is living in such a paradox state
where food is lacking in the dishes
that he crafted for other mens wishes

but servants now are turning to masters
and palaces now are forming into gutters
for the demarcation of a class is gaping
inbetween the boundary of its intertwining