take my shirt off my back,
and the roof off my home,
so you can sit back, relax, and enjoy a foot massage.

your other servant has infected cuts on the bottom of their shoe-less feet,
but that doesn't matter,
as long as you have your bowl of fruits.

as long as you shine in the sunset,
on your golden throne,
and the marble on the pillars that surround you,
guard you from what you fear.

you need others,
but you fear others.
and others do not fear you,
they are simply abiding by the system that you created.

you are their oppressor.