Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

It never ends.
The beginning.
Remembered.
When it began.
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Who is it that can say,
Those living their lives...
Limited and restricted,
To a censorship they permit.
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Each day,
It continues to be proven.
One given a baton to lead,
The potential of a great parade.
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Know there is nothing wrong,
In keeping those expectations high.
Kept to keep for yourself.
The disappointment level,
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Once caught in the middle,
Difficult it is for anyone...
To deny or claim,
How they got there.
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There could be a possibility,
Of a peaceful ignorance.
Displayed and to exist.
Witnessed in protest.
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Whatever it is,
That should be but not there.
To embrace and replace it,
For something else.
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Relevance to achieve it received,
Is identified when achieved.
Retrieving it to know,
Rating it for purposes...
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If the presence of truth,
Has begun to upset.
And offend many with too much of it.
That's a good thing.
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