"Let them eat cake," the words have been spoken,
As dying souls are left beaten and broken.
In glittering halls, the elite convene,
Ignoring the common folk, leaving them unseen.
Their plates overflow with treasures unbound,
While many beg for morsels, no one hears their sound.
The wealth gap widens, forming a yawning abyss,
While the masses succumb to poverty’s lethal kiss.
The rich walk the carpet under a light so bright,
A light so cold, so unfeeling a contrast to the world’s plight.
As champagne flows and fashion reigns, a mingling of high fliers,
In Gaza, war tears up lives as the sky goes up in fires.
So let them gorge on their empty delights,
While we band together, stand against the night.
We’ll take their crowns, their opulent affair,
And build a future we all can share.
"Let them eat cake," the words have been spoken,
But this time, we will not be left broken.
From the depths of despair, we bring a flicker of light,
Our voices will be heard, and we demand what's right.
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