We shape our world of glass and stone,
earth’s metal and wood, flesh and bone.
Shaping clay desultorily.
Somehow shocked by what we then see.
Do as I say, not as I do.
Global atrocities accrue.
The greedy few cannibalize
as the Third World starves, cries, and dies.
While homeless populations bloom
Upward mobile, no Inn, no room.
Too uncommon was common sense
We the People become past tense.
Obscene wealth, extravagant tastes,
impoverished, their customer base.
Desperation, nothing to lose.
Selfishness, altruism, choose.
Doomed to repeat, lest we forget
the lost head, Marie Antoinette.
M. Zane McClellan
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