As Fickle As They Come Poem by Warren Augustus de Guzman

Notice how the superficial and beautiful get away with bleeding the hungry?
It is they who want fine dresses made of silk dyed red by worker’s blood dripping from the wounds of their bone thin hands.
Notice how the superficial and beautiful get away with skinning the innocent?
It is they who want fine winter coats of skin from the soft hides of dead bodies of the most adorable animals from the wild.
Notice how the superficial and beautiful get away with poisoning the young?
It is they who want fine powdered cosmetics tested on the supple flesh of “volunteer” dogs and cats and orphans and women.
Notice how the superficial and beautiful get away with drowning the needy?
It is they who want fine large pearls from the seas, collected by twelve-year-old divers who brave the shark-infested waters.
Notice how the superficial and beautiful don’t know what they get away with?
It is they who brighten up our days and nights with their glamorous lifestyles of useless excess and their seamless unearthly beauty.
Notice how the superficial and beautiful don’t get blamed for much?