Fay Slimm.

Chasms..

 

Chasms.

 

Humanity\'s endless chasms of class 
routs all avenues of society 
and do not in reality get less narrow.

 

Money the monarch still sits in state
with a smile on his busy
two-faceness which no virus shakes.

 

God save the small openings between
unscaleable walls through
which pilgrims can carefully squeeze.

 

The army against rift of divides face
ancient odds of mis-rule
yet it climbs on to establish change.

  

Tryers believe if they battle to widen
small gaps they may see
a land of begin-again on the horizon.

 

Class separation ever spreads chaos.