Waning Faster Than The First Quarter Moon Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

What is going on?
The effective aftermath,
Of a gluttonous greed.
And...
The consequences faced,
That results...
From ignoring those less fortunate.
And depriving them of opportunities.

What's going on?
A clarity approaching its defining hour!
Opening the eyes of those,
Transfixed upon luxuries...
Traumaticized and shocked,
To find their obsession to possess things...
Blocked.

Sustaining to maintain proper etiquette,
Seems to be waning faster...
Than the first quarter moon,
Rising at noon.
Seen high overhead at sunset.
To leave at the stroke of midnight.
And soon to forget.

What is going on?
The effective aftermath,
Of a gluttonous greed.
And...
The consequences many face,
That results...
From ignoring those less fortunate.
And depriving them of opportunities.

Many are discovering,
Reality is blind...
To race, creed or divisions of ethnic lines.
Drawn to separate,
By those using skills of corruption.
Finding themselves abundantly entitled,
With written documents...
Inked and feathered quilled,
On aged parchment.
Dignifying a time that has long lost its significance.
And a meaning of ideals no one has followed.