From the prison tower

 we looked out of the tower together 
at all the prejudice below
Their trendy cafes bars and restaurants
bringing in the acceptable

the wartorn freaks may burn
you sign
we look out of the tower
Intolerance is a brand you can't afford

one everyone wants to buy
but just can't afford
but they are still invited to come and window shop
as our neighbors and family burns under occupation

We were not looking out of the tower by choice
it was our prison
and when we escaped we were snakes slithering on the streets
ushered out of shelter with broom handles and shoguns

The chosen victims in a world divisive
The elite painted every different color
One color envying the next
seasonal shift

zero sum jewellry
wearing across and into the hypocrisy
as children perish Near the warzones
The cog well fixed no longer looks for revolution

Doesn't want to change anything from the inside
The margins grow a little higher
so he may be painted into envy
painted into privilege