The World Around Poem by Dr John Celes

The honest men are much denigrated;
The insincere are brought up to the fore;
The nexus is so well integrated,
And works dishonestly at every door.

They want the ones who act deaf, dumb and blind,
And serve a rubber-stamp to their designs;
If I collude, they will to me be kind,
But I'm a Master of symptoms and signs.

Oh what a wretched world, they have it made?
And loot the sick, downtrodden and the poor;
I curse them all; their sins will never fade,
Unless repent they at the Maker's door.
Freedom we got but still free we are not,
Is this our country's poor brethren's sad lot?