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Classroom Warfare
The lower, how it hurts us all to think of what it must be like,
to wonder when and how and what sustenance will come.
To shiver in the cold and to gasp for a splash of cool air a midst scorching heat.
To lose one's mind and focus and dreams and color,
For lack of stored value to purchase the paint.
And middle, oh middle, how much fuel you can burn,
in your fight to move forward, further distanced from lower.
You let compassion and sympathy ease your fight against lower,
but your energy stored won't let a hint of upper get the better of you.
Granted, value stored can acquire your abundant stored energy,
while energy stored acquires little stored value.
Last but not least is poor upper.
On occasion you fail to realize the fuel middle burned for you.
On occasion you fail to recognize what little can fuel lower.
But I have to hand it to you...
I would love nothing more than to be where you are.
Never to worry about when to eat,
to have the most comfortable sleep,
To pick the best fruit of my choice,
To have a voice.
Does dismantling upper to grow middle class,
cause my stay in the middle, the longer to last?
Maybe middle's remodel is more spacious and free,
but if offset by less uppers then what's in it for me?
Shouldn't I long to see upper grow,
and middle promote me, making room for the low?
