Somehow, they all forgot
that they were blown around
in the dust of others,
ridden with desperation.
On the same sidewalks as
the pigeons that were found
scavenging the trails of others,
ridden with frustration.
First they lived vicariously through
those of polished professions,
then they speak patronizingly
to
those in their own
previous footsteps.
First came the children on the playground
that felt entitled to the first ride on the swing,
then came inexperienced shells of authority
that
quenched their thirst by
stepping on the pigeons.