Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

There is talk of those deserting,
On battlefields where soldiers are serving.
Running away from an unjust mess...
To retreat alone in heartbreak and hopelessness.
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Sarcastic?
I am not!
I am cynical.
With touches of skepticism,
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How can they be corrected?
When eyes have been set upon,
Incorrectness.
How can a pride be handed to them?
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Who pays...
For the displays of injustices,
Dispatched and laid?
As rights and defenses,
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A little bit of terrificness...
Came to sit,
In my mind.
Then familiar with drifting...
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They would spread lies,
On my sisters and I.
And they were relatives.
Preparing us very early...
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'Ladies and gentlemen...
This is your captain.
You may unbuckle,
And remove your seatbelts!
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It is there for what it is.
To be appreciated for what it does.
Dissect it...
And it loses its significance.
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Those moments you leave,
Are these moments remembered.
I'd like to freeze those memories.
And save them whenever...
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If you can identify something you do
As natural as the air you breathe...
It 'is' you.
It needs not to be explain.
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