High walls, shielded by glass panes

Sharp suits worn by the wealthy elite

Fresh air, sealed within concrete rooms

Elegant words, spoken with intellect and grace

From below,we gaze upward, watching as planes soar

Feeling small, consumed by uninvited jealousy

Hands up, shielding from the relentless sun above

Dreaming of roofs over our heads.

How absurd, how outdated...

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