We who are the faceless ones
parade unseeing in our finest clothes,
shop the malls for larger purses,
higher heels,
and more exclusive labels,
strut our finery in private balls
while all around the plagues rage.
The innocents starve to death
or suffer and die,
so many lives
too bleak to comprehend
while we,
behind indifferent masks
debate the relative merits
of the finest wines
and dance unheeding
on the marbled floors
in the hallowed halls
of injustice.
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