Let the haves bark at the have-nots and let their dogs loose
As times sail through dire straits, the dear things get the treat
It is a sign that our material world is revolving into its revolution
Settled in comfy cloudy armchairs, the Gods play chess with their pawns
Dropping crumbs of the big pie in the sky over the famished side of the globe
Photo Hugh Ardoin The Window Dressing Gallery