Neophyte Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Becoming it is,
Increasingly difficult...
To avoid comparisons made,
Between those with no money.
And 'assumed' to have less,
Knowledge to possess.
And those of wealth,
Who have that obsessed.
Yet unearned but have learned,
How to maintain the playing...
Of childish games.
Sustained in delighting,
Of spotlight.
Should frightened and embarrass
Anyone who has,
Flashes of consciousness left.
And identified to have.
With it to realize...
How,
On Earth is it possible...
In a world full,
Of competent scholars...
Can someone, although rich,
Be selected to sit...
In a position of leadership.
When one like this is dismissed
As being a 'neophyte'.
To excuse and make attempts,
To explain away the presence...
Of one's neurotic, psychotic,
And damaging behavior.
That reflects a representation,
Of everyone's mental stability!

'Wait a minute.
People in their right minds,
Actually made a decision...
To the best of the litter? '

-Yes!
People of a 'selective'...
Greed fed oppressive mindset.

And that,
Makes the difference...
As to how,
This tolerated 'leadership'...
Becomes considered as being,
Effective.-