“Look at the sky, a masterpiece!
A canvas painted, colors unleashed!”
Their voices lift, with joy they sing,
“Such beauty here in everything!”

But here I sit, by this cracked stone wall,
The grime and stench, I know it all.
Their golden world feels far from mine,
A cruel divide they don’t define.

“Feel the breeze, so soft, so sweet!
The flowers bloom beneath our feet!” ...