Spoken To You

Excuse me but I'm talking to you,
With that sharp strut in your walk.
Yes you with the Classy attire as if you work for your gear!
Excuse me for it seems you've become lost, in society. Snuggled in its arms of grace in hopes for a American dream, but have lost faith in old country Liberty.
Excuse me I can't help but notice, there's a darkness in your orbital tissue. Up late, or can't sleep at all?
I heard knowledge is power.
And the key lies with in,
Weaknesses the first enemy, dare it's fuel darling,
Excuse me I'm talking to you, lost child of the weaker limber.
Lost in society amongst the dying.