With Equals

With equals Even though we are created equal Nothing goes well With this saying anytime We do contrary sometimes In any civilized society You face unequal everyday Rich are on the top of the table Rests are in streets including poor people What do they look at? Not with hate But staring at our luck Where as they are unfortunately struck I am at pain With their faces looking plain What do they want from us? Reassurance and support with trust Why do we forget? And let Concern be known to all They are path and not hurdle or wall