The Convicted By Inequality Poem by Alexandro Johns

Those convicted by inequality
At last they see the keys
Hanging on the waists of their masters,
Someting in the air make it sound like bells
And all of them are listening.

Although Dante Alighieri condemned the evil forever
Without forgiving crowns or sceptres of cardinals,
Just now The Hell has left behind all hope
Having installed its domains in the real world:
Only a few, in appearance, human beings,
Are the owners of everything
And they handle the fire at their whim.

Why do millions people only get some grapes
From this colossal vine
Which it irrigates the work of centuries?

Where do go the ships loaded with wealths
That managers it guides from their private jets?

Perhaps they don't suspect that by so much injustice
Someone will learn how to say: 'Open Sesame'?

Atlas isn't who carries the planet Earth,
It rests on the back of millions people
And it is a beautiful sphere, property of few ones,
Closely it would be seen to turn through tears.