Disposed to subdivide this mass
they stratify our world by class
seceding from the open whole
to subjugate but lose control:
possessives spent in lack or gain,
mammon, schooling, chance, domain
entire lives gazed high or down,
displaced beneath a doubtful crown,
where many struggle up to "win"
some prize exacting souls therein
and quest for treasures worth no cent
and yet invest such malcontent
in having not what few may hold
and make the price of nothing gold.
Still, broken mirrors can reflect
realities none need perfect,
and, once restored, that fuller view
reveals what was ever true:
we dwell together, equal, worth
no less or more by Earthly birth.
Strata © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.
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Submitted: September 3, 2019