Professional gulf,
a divide.
Your level,
above ours

We are stuck,
in a ravine,
an abyss
of double standards

We ascend!
You attack!
We're grounded,
wings clipped

Above, we witness
incompetence, but
your squawking
obscures ours

Your flapping
blinds us,
we see no light,
no justice

You feather your nest,
from our pickings