Who begs for justice
yet plugs his ears
when told the gates swing only
for the burdened and bowed?

Who says all are equal
though some begin their walk
at tilted doors
and end in ditches
haunted by demons?

What house sells trinkets in the lobby
but no water
that can wash a soul clean?

And what promised land waits
hidden behind gilded sanctuaries
if not the one we have yet to build?