She Who Knows

She criticizes the world,
its nooks and crannies, 
implying  
no moral sense.

Why? Why? she asks
of anything anyone does.

A second glass
and she's off on her mighty horse, Silver,
to proclaim the shame 

of a world she finds sorely wanting,
its peasants uncorrected,
its rich unkind.

What does she seek
who finds tawdry any effort to charm,
sees only waste
in the glories of imperfection;

hopes the world outside
will die of war
and infections kill at least
the worst
of both the impoverished and weak.

No, please don't ask.
She stands morally above the rest
and will tell you so.