Privilege and poverty

A proud tree stood with arms stretched wide
Until they reached the other side
Of a wall that ran both deep and wide.

The tree offered fruit and shade
Of the same quality that it saved
But on its side it proudly stayed.

And this side--both yours and mine--
Toiled but controlled the time,
And the other side could never climb.

Then one day that tree fell down,
And passing people quickly found
Not one but two ruts in the ground.

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