None That We Deemed Qualified Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

When an environment sustains,
An on the verge of 'potential' level and remains there...
With few gains developed to move forward for decades.
And stays unchanged and stagnant...
As if in a holding pattern awaiting to land.
While seen behind the scenes are discovered...
Those chosen and recommended,
And employed to be the best of innovators...
Overheard in their debates,
What they believe it will take to benefit the environment.

With a diversity much like that which is enjoyed,
And found in their suburban communities.
To produce within an urban center to replicate 'their' comforts.
At the expense of destroying the flavor and relocating the people,
Who created the popularity of the environment in the first place.
With a luxurizing done believed to appeal to those seeking,
Bits and teases of variety, a few ethnic faces and a cultural display...
Of diverse and accepted cuisine.

'This project is nearing completion,
And no one has expressed and interest in it at all.'

~Who was on the committee? ~

'Doctors, lawyers and ivy league school scholars.'

~Anyone from the local community? ~

'None that we deemed qualified with 'our' vision.'

~Well...
Have you thought that the reason to be,
Your success at achieving overwhelming failure?
Just a thought.
You are catering to the 'people', aren't you? ~

'Well, yes.
A certain class of people.'

~Don't you think it strange that those 'class' of people,
Find your attempts to attract them...
Boring? ~