Russell G. Robison

PRIVILEGE

Just tools of their ambition,
The lofty ones who rule
The enlightened ones so distant
From the people that they fool

This cartel of the callous,
These ones we call elite
Who dwell inside their castles
While there’s not enough to eat

You see them as they shimmer
In their finery displayed
Perched safely in their towers
While the people are dismayed

These privileged ones so pompous
So distant from the need
To far above it all to ever
Hear the peoples plead

They ignore the peoples hunger
Amidst caviar, champagne
Much too high above it all
To ever feel the people’s pain