Rant based on a thing I wrote in Science today

While listening to Castles in the Sky, I started to write. Something like this:
What if there really are castles in the sky? Is that what people think Heaven is? On the surface people seem to be happy enough. But if you look closer you will see that it is only the rich and beautiful that are making merry.
No one sees the page, who's back is covered in bruises from an abusive mother. No one cares about the serving girl who spends each night in a different noble man's room, despretly trying to feed her family. What about the people in the dungeons, the ones who didn't bow when the lords and ladies walked by.
Why should they care? If anyone thinks of them at all, it is only to say that the lower class brought it upon themselves. It's the girl's fault that she has a family at the age of fifteen. Because the drunken duke who hauled her off to his chambers is not to blame. After all, this is paradise. People should get what they want. That is, people that matter.
This heaven isn't really a godly paradise. This is nothing more that an imitation of mortal life. A disguised hellhole, festering with despair and pain. The rich and beautiful are the ones that get the power. And why shouldn't they? It's not they're fault about what happens to others now is it?