the business men, with there wealth and power
see the light, or so they think
this light is fake and bland you see but they wont accept anything but that.
this is there life and it there choise, isnt that what is wrong with the world
a man in the gutter holding up sighs
he signals to you as you wak by, you stand and stare but pity him not
he has no light , nothing to blind him
he is whats wrong, a stain on life but he sees all and still fears the night