Why do you insist on coming here?
We say all are welcome, but we don’t really mean that
This place is for a select few, our kind of people
Others don’t belong, your kind especially
You are so out-of-place here, can’t you see?
This is a sanctum, a place were we can go an forget our troubles
But with you there, we can’t do that, can we?
Next to you. our troubles feel small
Hobbled, on your last legs, you mar the delicate vista we prepared for ourselves
Our quick stares are filled with judgement,
We ask, what you did to deserved such a life?
As if that absolves us
But we know it doesn’t
You’re not welcome here
Because you have breached our happy lives
With a reminder, one we don’t care for
That for all our power, for all our wealth
We do nothing, nothing that really matters
You are our shame
And you are not welcome.