Privilege and Privileged

In the depths of judgments, dark and deep,
A tale unfolds, a somber promise to keep.
In accusing gazes, the privileged stand,
Lost in shadow, caught in fate’s open hand.

Males, burdened by a weight unknown,
An essence questioned, stories overthrown.
Whites, painted in hues of unjust perception,
Bear the weight of a flawed conception.

Christians marked by sin’s predetermination,
Struggling against internal condemnation.
Mid-aged souls, twilight’s strife entwined,
Deemed guilty in life’s relentless bind.

Able-bodied, seemingly robust, and sound,
Condemned in whispers that echo around.
Middle and owning class, donning stigma with care,
Wearing a privileged cloak woven with despair.

English-speaking voices heard loud and clear,
Yet their words resound in a realm of fear.
In this prejudiced symphony, they play,
A melody of hopelessness, day by day.

But ponder we must in this bleak expanse,
Can hopelessness be our enduring stance?
For in casting guilt, do we build a bridge,
Or deepen chasms, privilege, and privilege?

Not even media wants to scribe a final line,
Their cameras yearn, parsed words intertwine.
Claiming dog whistle, sharp stick, self-blind
Witnessing our murder, a tale left untold.