Inequality

Inequality could never claim to be

equality’s evil twin,

for if judgement was hand-picked

for sinners, not their sin

life would be opportune for some,

but would the fates ever let us win?

If the girls like me shackled,

and boys like you abused;

Or the elders could stay strong for long

and young only lost, bemused,

the level scales would never tip

or summoned to be used.

One could be free to slaughter

and suffocate then, choking with guilt,

the joy of victories faltered

for not on grit it shall be built,

and unfair equalities claimed justice

as fast as flowing silt.

For you were stronger, looming over us,

but you were also meant to feel

And though we are known to nurture,

we least can hold our own like steel.

As we lean on else for support,

and flee from dark retreat

we right the wrong done all along

cut the chaos, let the heart beat.

For backstabbed and lone, with hearts like stone

We couldn’t ever see

that the ways ahead, with aches are laid,

Time this side is but finite.

But I shall weave a dream no weaver’s seen

stitch assorted patches akin

to design a shroud that makes humanity proud

a colored-cluster of shades and skin.