The Punditocracy (A Room Of Fabulist)
Curtains ascend and descend just like our wall
We are nothing more than pebbles
Skipping on open water to the renounced lord
This is our future with the standing shadow
That cast darkness around the world
The fabulist don't care who remains hungry
Or if a newborn has ever ate
They only see revenue and fortune
The misfortunate must wait
Heroic status is what some give them
As most of the world sits and cries
The fabulist walk on golden paths
We lay on hay sacks
Walls are just more separation
The rich always win as everyone else is just forgotten