For every Mercedes on the road, a
Whimpering waif an empty belly holds;
For every Patek that clasps a
Wrist, a Gazan widow weeps in mist;
For every ostentatious mansion,
A veteran sleeps in doleful stations;
For every Kate Middleton dress, dreams
Are thrown unto the lion’s nest. And for
Every diamond born of pathos, an
American dies in night and chaos; with
Every Dior that goads interregnum,
A maid is ravaged in the shoals of
Bedlam; for every Dolce & Gabbana
Corset, a shattered soul dies
In torment; and for every foot in Prada
Shod, a broken man swings from a
Lonely rod. The ancient chalice that
Groans on windswept rains, the
Cannibal howling, skies evanescing
Beyond the inexorable thunder