Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Racists can not help being what they are.
They have been speeding quicker to an isolation,
Faster than they are being consumed...
By their own hatred.
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Sometimes cautious,
And often with a consciousness.
At other times I wish to be aloof.
To sit between perceived negativity...
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They've joked themselves
Right into remoteness.
Mintrels of salvation conditioned...
And prepared to say 'cheese'
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Not enough of them can resign.
They have design segregation...
That undermined these troubled times.
And if they leave feeling pleased of their efforts...
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Silence!
That is all that is left,
You now can offer.
Silence!
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When the carnival of carnage ceases.
And the pieces of self righteous egos...
Have been exposed as tremendously ignorant.
I hope forgiveness embraces and heals the pain.
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Militant?
MILITANT? ?
What in the hell does that mean?
When the deeds of my ancestors
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When living in a den full of demons
Who begin to attack without your consent!
Ending their mission is not a thought...
It's a mandatory undertaking,
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This may be a bit too hot for you!
Those who expect a less than spicy brew.
But the cook perfers to have you sweat!
Believing it's the heat,
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They could care less...
Who comes to add blood and/or funds
To their monetary war chest!
These beasts are beating
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