Sifting,
as I'm sitting,
in sand dunes through the silt,
looking for,
you know the score,
some universal guilt.
Blame for choices,
softly spoken voices,
the lamentations of discredited nations,
victims of circumstance
and generous overseas foreign grants
Whoa!
What a litany of woe
Financial and material success
sharpen the tools to alleviate the abscess,
manifest and endured
by those well dressed and manicured.
