When will the lowly man have his day?

The street flows with silence and dull lights. Long ago, t'was filled with bodies of all kinds, odour and odourless, strong and weak, living and almost living, high and low, rich and poor and everything in between scums and runs.

Today, street is filed with ghost papers and lifeless activities signaling death like never before seen.

Death reigns supreme like it owns the scene. As for a short time it will be until we count it out.
We will surely count it out.

The rich and the poor are still not equal in this instance.
In the very eyes of death, injustice, wickedness and unfairness still rules the day. When will the lowly man have his day?

In healthy times, the rich hold all the cards and you would think at such a time as this, they will be subdued.
The poor still do the bidding of the rich even onto death.
Tsk tsk tsk, I weep at the injustice of nature towards the very people on whose back wealth is gotten.

When will the lowly man have his day in the sun?