A Black Page In A Day

Whose trumpets are you blowing? 

Can't you see that your courtyard is full of stones hurled by the layman?

Whose anger are you throwing at me? 

Can't you see that every brick of the foundation that you stand upon

Has been laid by us?

People throng at your mercy; today. 

Tomorrow, you'll be gone. 

At doorsteps of someone, you'll one day be. 

I've found my peace

For I've found my place among the crowds. 

Though, I can't say the same for all. 

You sit at helm laughing and mocking

At those that need a hand.

You've become ignorant, 

Clouded by the mist of your pride. 

I fear for the day when you'll walk out of your house alone. 

The mob will gather around you with garlands, 

Not of flowers but of thorns. 

I still am at that place, 

The old ruined cottage by the lake

Abandoned by all to rot. 

But I see what you see, 

I know what you say

Because we were born equal.