Contrast

Footsteps painting the ground with identities
creating pictures of their faces
their feet creating tapping sounds
echoing melodies of liberation but
beneath the ground were shades of darkness illuminating imprisonment

souls existing in solitude away from the realness of the life above
where footsteps do not stagger but glide, and stamp like soldiers on a march

beneath the ground
were souls of antiquity touching the base of the ground in attempt to give the beings above subliminal messages

begging to be revived
begging to have their voices amplified
to experience the breeze of freedom once more

Above were identities of man
with valid permission
to have a sense of being
a persona
a breath
a life
a sound mind

beneath were souls
screaming
exhibiting inferiority that scouts for recognition
battling to have identity
but given a sentence
but they are just figures and figments of illusion

enlightenment was sold for those who exist above.
abolishment to those beneath.