Marble Towers

In a decrepid house, there is a room and in that room, a man. His life's only happiness the needle in his hand. In a third world country, a boy layson the dirtyfloor, he can never go to sleep, afraid of what's outside his door. In the sleepy little suburbs, a child sits, alone, she hears her parents bickering, for soon they'll have no home. In a basement, there's a boy, whonever gets to play. The lying tags he sews on shirts read "Made in USA" There's an infant in the projects, who can only sit and stare, as his teenage mom gets wasted, and becomes too numb to care. There's a rich man in the high rise, secure inide his tower. He takes no mind of hopes that die so hecan keep his power. We are the broken and the hopeless. and buildthe barsinside ourcage. We are not behind the curtain, becausewe're holding up the stage. No good citizen would want to know, their nation'shidden facts. For everything that you hold dear was built upon our backs.