That Way

by Caneel
(Maine)

Who are they to judge us?
What makes them supreme?
Why do they say such harsh words?
How are they king and queen?

Are they above us?
Are we that low?
How are we so different from them?
How do they know?

We're all the same underneath
We're all flesh, blood, and skin
We all have the same roots
We should act like kin

But they act like everything is a challenge
They are the gods and we are mere peasants
We are dirt to be walked all over
We exist to make their lives more pleasant

Who are they to judge us?
Are we mere dreams?
We are not so different
So why do you make it seem

that way?