Breathtaking Imperfections

First class brains Streets populated with them Flaunting certificates--useless Plus innate knowledge practical, But unrecognised Tightfisted bourgeois; Alienated job opportunities Reserved for own kids born and unborn Capitalism overblown;nauseous Grab and keep philosophy elevated Who do you know?Who don't you know? Keys to haven You could trudge to the Sahara, Build sand dunes,clamber atop To reach the top and maybe sunlight Slight wind,and you are on the floor: No foundations Pack sands,feed on them Who cares? Hollow eyes witnessing a party The favoured few,on Owambes Overfed.Toothpicks in mouths Dogs too,fed fat with flesh Dogs now reject bones Leftovers left to sour,thrown away First class brains,crawl in dustbins Vultures competing Some days,vultures feed too On first class brains' corpses Hollow-eyed pleas.Unheeded Gentle songs of plea, Didn't make them yield Clangs on empty sardine tins Music violent,tempo risen They glanced at them,and looked away Then one day,hunger and anger fired desperation Bread knives came in handy Well-fed guts are carved apart All energy used Denouement. The vultures came in the evening And held a huge feast