Buried in Gold

Pocketbooks swollen like a python’s jaws,

Shiny wrist tickin’, breakin’ no laws,

Gates so high they block out the sky,

Meanwhile the workers barely scrape to get by.

Stacking high, ain’t a crumb on the floor,

Gold-plated lies hiding poverty’s core,

Laugh from the penthouse, sip vintage tears,

World’s on fire, but the cash perseveres.

Champagne dreams in a diamond-studded flask,

Meanwhile, the city breathes through a tattered mask,

Preach about charity from their thrones of deceit,

Feasting on caviar while we struggle to eat.

Stacking high, ain’t a crumb on the floor,

Gold-plated lies hiding poverty’s core,

Laugh from the penthouse, sip vintage tears,

World’s on fire, but the cash perseveres.

Private jets cut through skies of despair,

Miles above the chaos they don’t care,

Empathy sold for stocks and shares,

Million-dollar sneers as the world tears.

Crocodile shoes stompin' underground pain,

Silver tongues twist sharp, leaving bloodstain,

Vaults so full but their hearts stay hollow,

Building a future we can’t dare follow.