Two houses--unalike in dignity
Conjoined, but still worlds apart
Though from a distance, perceived equality
The symmetry a mere illusion
One revels in extravagance
Affluence borne from les vieux riche
The other dwells in destitution
An endless struggle to survive
The fragile balance, thus far maintained
Is only moments from collapse
A single action, intended or happenstance
Could sever the final thread
Though loathing is so thinly veiled
Inaction maintains the accord
Thus do the two sides remain in artificial harmony
In the illusion of perfection
Humanity fails to survive
Masses enthralled by the deception
Never to make it out alive
In quiet hours, the leering eyes reveal the truth
Each side awaiting the other’s declaration
Each day that passes brings them closer to the brink
The tension ever-growing
Moments left until impending war
In opulence, the wealthy raise a toast to that unearned
A ceremony for the luxury into which they were born
While only steps away, the poor collapse, no celebration
Beyond the victory of surviving yet another day
This duality can only result in catastrophe
Blinded by arrogance, the wealthy see no consequence
For as they indulge, they siphon off more than is theirs
The balance broken, one side is drained to feed the other
The shadow cast becomes an all-consuming truth
Two houses--hatred has taken hold
A final loss of parity
In the delusion of perfection
Damnation will too soon arrive
We’ve fallen prey to the deception
We’ll never make it out alive
