Out of the wind

A man walks down the street
Rough features
His cloths dirty
Torn
His hair in dreads
His face unshaved
Last night was spent
In the rafters under an old bridge
Out of the wind 
He asks a man for change to spare
The man walks on down the street
Giving no thought to the beggar
His features are stone, cold, pampered
His cloths, dry clean only, $2000 suit, $700 shoes
His hair slicked back
His face shaved clean
Last night was spent
In a bed, in his penthouse
Out of the wind
He neglects the very existence of the poor fuck
The only thing that separates the two
Something man created, money
Both are the same
Flesh and bone
One stands a bigger survival
Tell me why that is?
All men are born equal
Shouldn’t we all live equal
Shouldn’t we all find a spot of our own?
Out of the wind