When angels are rewarded with farthings
But talentless, tasteless, titillations with gold
How can we say our culture is caring?
Or our feeling for others not cold?
When justice is another good for sale
And for the poor it is all but denied
Inequality is hiding under the veil
Worn by leaders with specious pride.
When tolerance for difference and strangers
Is missing, ignorant prejudice abounds,
It’s clear that humanity is in danger
Unless some new outlook is found,
Then “to be fair” as a preface is shot
Because “to be honest” we’re not.
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