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?
Dr John Celes
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnets-tis-a-materialistic-world/
