Apart

Just like the raindrops

That fall from a clear blue sky,

Cultural and financial poverty

Sits amidst the shadows

Of tall towers.

Homes to fancy hotels,

Overpriced dinners

In swanky surroundings,

And a sense of privilege.

Serviced by a zero hours,

minimum waged underclass.

In the Venn diagram of life,

The rich would love to believe

That the social circles never touch.

But as they push,

And bounce off each other,

These bubbles of unreality

Will surely burst.