Droning
by Sheye Blaze
On top the world in the land of corporate drones
A beautiful view across the hilltops
No one is looking, though caught up in work
Every morning, I walk into an air conditioned building
More often than not, I don't go out for lunch
Getting shocked by the heat or cold at 5pm
Becoming divorced from the real world below
In my plush air conditioned jail
I forget about the throngs of people that
stream by 40 floors below
Beggars, the working poor,
children living in poverty,
every day people with every day events
This divide grows every year
The differences so much greater than the
40 floors that currently separate us
