Crumbs

A lavish banquet
Held for few
In a gilded room
In a tower high

Food unimaginable
Delicacies all
Perfect presentation
Culinary art

A secret for the Controllers
Movers of Heaven and Earth
The Great Deciders
Overlords of all

While the rest of us grovel
Pushing noses through dirt
Searching for scraps
The last remaining crumbs

A crust of bread wins the lottery
A sip of sour milk wins the game
So much more than the unfortunate
Lowly eaters of grass

Why do so few have so much hoarded?
Who gave them the right to deprive us all?
Forcing our labor for nothing rewarded
But a few measly crumbs to be fought for

My pockets are empty, but for a few dingy pennies
No purchasing power, yet I worked for hours on end
Now it’s time for rebellion against the Controllers
Time to have Overlords no more.