Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I am not the crisis.
Not I but 'we' permitted this existence.
With a commitment to ignorance,
And unwilling to listen to comprehend...
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Let's play...
'Do As We Please'.

'Again?
I'm tired of playing that.
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Living on the right side,
Of life...
Is like,
A nightmare...
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In a race to chase another pointless 'ism'.
With a reason to critique,
To compare discreeted insecurities.
With a belief that in the doing,
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They destroyed themselves,
From jealousy.
And envy took many of them to their graves.
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What has happened to those,
Who openly expessed their opinions?
Those who spoke about and exposed injustices?
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No more brooding bruising sad times.
From the depths that soak tears up.
No more clinching on big shoulders.
When those curves on roads get rough.
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Dimensions blending.
With a mind bending intending,
New beginnings.
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Isn't it easy for you to sit and criticize?
With nothing you do to be held accountable to.
With no responsibility...
But to approve or disapprove as you choose.
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Words of clarity.
Deep meaning.
And sincere.
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