of seventh and above...

walking on clouds seventh and above
de black of white and brown, the crowd below
the muddy foots on hills and mountains
with humps for backs and worn out hands
de mud underneeth the sodden floor
of slaves and unworthy below below
the heeps of human mass straining for de top
the one on top with burden of all
the carefree with their careless lives
running amock in the fields of grey

walking on clouds seventh and above
with grace and humour he pulled and shoved
the ones above the ones below
with equal eyes he measured them all
for more than a year he saw their pain
for more than an aeon they had toiled below
but above he sat with that twinkling eyes
and thought of how better a life below

bodies in front breathing and sweating
bodies around all breathing and sweating
the crushing of bones and the squelch of blood
than take it all he walked on the seventh and above
with a smirk for a face he looked at those
the golden tint of the crowned ones
de stooped up ones de ones in pain
but he was just one of the bodies
he walked on clouds seventh and above