Clogged compassion’s fountain

Some found driven to exert control
to pile up goods, to hold power
Others worry in more modest role
how to get wet in their shower

While our own mole a mighty mountain
other’s mountain a measly mole
Clogged many a compassion’s fountain
barely sprinkles the beggar’s bowl

How come we keep hoarding our own excess
brashly transgress for ever more ‘success’?