Sonnets: ' Tis A Materialistic World

The world I see is dishonest, unfair;
It is the same with vassals and master;
There is no bond of respect, love or care;
One cheats the other, heartlessly, faster.

Who cares about the work that stays undone?
The conscience is locked within oneself;
Who cares about the chaos under Sun?
As people hurry for quick wealth and pelf.

Who cares about the victims who suffer?
-the student, patient, customer and child;
The beaureaucrats have emptied each coffer;
Influences, bribes are rampantly wild.

How can a society thus ever thrive
When easy money is the only drive?

poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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