The glitterati and the shitterati

Man’s inhumanity to man

Framed in the gallery

Slammed in the back.
The inhumanity of wealth

The inhumanity of hunger

Staring at each other across a marble floor of indifference, where

For now, we walk in awe.  

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Did you ever see?

Three blind mice, see how they run

They all ran after the farmer’s wife

Who cut off their tails with a carving knife

Did you ever see such a thing in your life

As three blind mice. 

To wipe away children’s tears,

(and hide poverty’s arrears)

and to allay fears

(as the multitude nears),

our overhead conscience clears

as these taxless profiteers,

with their tactless sneers,

these do-goody dears,

pause from the usual bum-steers

and provide a quick weet-bix fix.

A sanitarium for drowning refugees.

Three jeers for the racketeers

and the cunning privateers.

And the countless blind peers,

lining the jetties and piers,

gawping soundless cheers.