The cop lashes inanimal glee,
even before the guilt is proved;
The officer eyes the nervy clerk
as if he were dirt to be dusted.

Eves giggle half in jest and recoil
at the streetwalkers swaying by;
Tongues click wryly at a blind couple
straining vocal chords for a penny.

A jobless youth with beating pulse
before a cross-legged VIP, trim, haughty;
I do wonder Darwin is not right
to say “let all perish, the fittest be”

Pity! Our ancestors sunk as were
unfit to swim with Nature’s laws;
We seek our summit in shallow power,
losing succour from love’s grace.