I sit in my high throne and look down. I did not come from gold and money but I ended up here. How divided are we? How broken and enclosed... We build walls and gates and secure them by killing force. We let the ones behind the curtains work us as puppets. We think we are better than those who struggle.
Our marble walls and porcelain dishes, our exotic tigers playing in the yards. Our pools and our servants, our neighbors that are our competition. With no real friends, isolated from the rest. And not because it keeps us safe but because the gate separates us from the have-nots. As if poverty was contagious. As if it was a choice. Most times it is not... As if it was as bad as raping, killing and plundering.
I look out of my castle walls. They do not accept me, not anymore. I have the power, the money, the fame, I live in my ivory tower but I spend time outside, in the Wild West. If only they knew that life out there is tenfolds more beautiful and pure. On some occasions not but more often than not yes. The neighborhood here might be safe but out there nobody asks you your trading margin, the money you earn, the mortgage that you have to pay. Out there people offer to help if you are down. Not always but much more genuinely than here.
The ones who have nothing to give will give more than those who have plenty. It is the nature of this place. The never-ending race. The reason is simple, we are not the richest, we are not the most powerful. If we lost our income our house would be gone tomorrow. We fight to get on top but we live like we are already there. The wealthiest of them all do not live here. We are the stuck ones, between poverty and unimaginable riches.
How much is your house worth today? How little value will it hold tomorrow? Why do you need the five cars when there are only two drivers? How long will you be able to keep up with your lifestyle if the money stops rolling in? I have no tigers in my yard, no gold plated silverware. No cook, just a person that helps me keep up the garden. Not of flowers but of food that is healthy and pure. I do not give my money away carelessly, I create jobs, I offer opportunities.
I do not buy a bigger house in a more expensive neighborhood because I have no need for it. When it all comes down because it will. This spot of land and high walls will be suddenly deserted. The ''almost millionaires'' have mortgages that eat most of their income, they do not have anything that comes from anywhere else. It is all about stature, the second you can you buy.
Worry every day and act entitled either way. Spit on the unfortunate because you are not them. One day, though, when you may or may not be, in fact, a penniless soul, do not count on your friends to save you. The second you lose it all is the second you become ''them''. Those behind the wall, those stupid, undeserving, lazy people. Your friends will be gone as your fortune dissipates. On the other side, nobody will care because you have no one.
How did it all start? Why are we so ignorant? Just looking at others like they are scum? Why? Why we can't fu$%ing just get it through our thick skulls? There are no haves and have-nots when we are all dead.
The ones guarding the tall wall and steel gates are the ones from the other side of the riches. They have guns and they have resources and if they would come, the wall would not stop them. So, is it true that we are afraid of the robbers? Or do we just want to be in our selfish shell, away from the poor? We can not face them, we do not want to see and fix the ugliness that exists in the world. Not even if we can.
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Linda