As The World Turns

How the good souls living in comfort
in the developed world sighed in relief
at the end of colonialism, damning their
nations and all those whose entitlements
as advanced nations gave them the
confidence that it was right and just to
invade the developing world in conquest
dredging them of natural resources and in
the process setting an example of exemplary
governance, and when they finally left 
those struggling nations could at last
govern themselves, free, free at last. Now
they sit, those once-colonialized countries
in the triumph of accusation and pride
in the strength of their own governing
aptitudes, the very exemplars of corruption
of predation on their own, discriminating
and depriving their populations of any
opportunities, exposing them instead to
persecution, conflict, poverty, unemployment
while those oppressors sit in the hallowed halls
of the United Nations elevated by acclaim to
steering committees on human rights, on
 female empowerment and demand reparations
then parlay their victimhood-turned-power
into influence peddling while condemning
nations for whom human rights is sacred.
The formers' borders gush their nationals
anxious to escape the inertia of poverty and
hopelessness hoping to enter the confines
of the latter, which heave collective sighs
and begin the migrant intake relieving the
oppressors of responsibility unrecognized.