On one side of glass
There was untouched air.
There was nobody, not even a hair.
On the other side,
There was everyone's stare,
Their gaze at something not there.
They long for something not there's.
First and economy separate by glass
Emphasising each other's class.
The economy long for the empty,
The first gloat at the needy.
On and on the separation stayed. And no one understood why.
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I'm about to travel in a few minutes and noticed the segregation. Tell me what y'all think?
-Darkcueink (27/07/19)
