Glazed eyes that conned a party killed two countries;
Four puckered eyelids pled for trust,
Factored the Gulf with dead to fill our fact'ries;
Eye-pieces laid our peace in dust.

The meaning head leads to a manly shoulder,
To fingers manicured and moused;
The clicks and cursor's curse have processed murder,
Where other hands once scrawled "dehoused".

The hand that trashed the Charter bred a fever,
And famine grew, and looters came;
Harsh is the hand that holds dominion over
Man, by a struck-out name.

The tense eyes skip the dead, and cannot soften
Kids' crusted wounds, nor orphans' blow;
Eyes without pity are turned blind to heaven;
Eyes should have tears to flow.

                    (Apologies to Dylan Thomas)