There are rooms where decisions are made
far above the ground
where no screams are heard,
only numbers.

On the thoughts of Donald Trump,
human life has no value.
It is a bargaining chip,
a headline,
a shadow behind the lights of wealth.

Walls are built not from fear,
but from indifference.
Children in cages,
the poor mocked,
truth bent like metal
until it gleams with power.

Empathy is weakness.
Greed,a god.
And the mirror never cracks
because it never truly reflects.

Outside,people bleed in silence,
their names misspelled or erased,
while cameras spin
and towers rise higher
on bones no one counts.