Gilty!

One man’s opulence another

Might consider tacky,

Especially when catered to

By every spineless lackey.

 

Yet those who rake in riches

As their empire’s being built

Should, if empathy at all exists,

Feel just a little guilt.

 

So many struggle just to live

While barely getting by;

Still, we hear of millions being spent

By those who rule on high.

 

A little gilt can be too much

And for a would-be king,

A little guilt, at least, should come

From those who kiss his ring.