From behind and above,
In languages of all sorts,
Mingled with the screeching of the bus,
And the swoosh of the cars as they fly past,
Empowered by the fact that they,
Are not burdened with the underprivileged,
Are minimal today,
As they are everyday at this time,
As the multitude trudge along,
To the lands that allow them to,
Take public transportation.
But it's alright,
It won't always be like this,
For most, one day they will win the lottery,
And they will be able to leave this nonsense.
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