Tragic Junction

Success breeds success, and also excess

The wastefulness of resources, underlying causes.

At the traffic junction rich and poor meet,

Rich in swell cars, poor the sight of whom, mars.

It is really a tragic junction, 

Where inequity lights up in red.

Impatient drivers honk the cars, wanting to get somewhere

Poor lose their alms, go empty in their stomach to bed.

Isms have come by, abyss remains the same.

Theories and statistics, name of the game.

The leader blames the past and paints a rosy picture of the future.

Masses follow in the weather-beaten path, meek in a stupor.