but we queue for crumbs, stamped and scanned.
While billionaires dine on futures,
we barter dignity for a can.
Yet in the hush between hunger and rage,
a whisper grows into a plan:
No kings, no coins, no cages—
just hands that feed, not brands that ban
but we queue for crumbs, stamped and scanned.
While billionaires dine on futures,
we barter dignity for a can.
Yet in the hush between hunger and rage,
a whisper grows into a plan:
No kings, no coins, no cages—
just hands that feed, not brands that ban