It’s just a corner of the restaurant,
But I believe that it is my kingdom.
I’m given only an evening to haunt
The mighty view over the city’s slum,
And I can pretend I am not from there.
As I take another sip of my wine,
I comment on the pleas that I can hear,
Knowing their problems will never be mine.
It is not like they can climb up this wall
To attack the place where I am seated.
It’s a matter of time before I fall
With my solutions never repeated.
Tonight, I’d like to think I have a choice
To save those under me using my voice.
John Collings 