Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

What is it about our lives lived,
So many are finding hard to accept?
What is it implanted in the minds of those young,
That they can do what they wish with a damage done.
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What more can be said,
By those sad actions that reflect...
A way of life with rights to kill,
Many believe should be kept protected.
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I am shocked.

'By what? '

The nonchalance.
And the unconcerned ease,
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It shouldn't take a parading,
Of a cavalcade of scars...
To display on a daily basis.
To detect the affects...
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Random acts of silence,
Has fed the increase of crime.
These random acts of silence...
To dismiss involvement,
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I use to be the one,
To take the initiative to forgive...
Regardless of what had been done,
By someone to do.
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Where do people first hear about evil?
And what those demonic do?
Where are teachings of fear...
Taught and told not to go near.
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It has been a blessing for me to achieve,
The reaching to the age of nearly sixty-six...
And realizing with clearer eyes,
So much in my life I have experienced.
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The only option one has,
On a path taken and remaining focused...
Is to stay upon it without drifting astray.
And if one has faced obstacles to see them removed,
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The majority of the people disbelieve,
With a kept contempt used as their defense...
That this society with its current bleeding done,
Is not the one they have created.
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