Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Very few 'doers' are without their critics.
And they may be relatives.
Or 'close' friends to suspect.
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There is a rush...
To correct, silence and hush,
Those...inequities!
Those injustices left to leave,
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'When should it be realized that life is precious? '

Once it has been discovered,
With opened eyes...
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Opportunities do not alone come,
To arrive without connections.
Very few doors open or close...
If they are not attached to hinges.
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Have you ever been in a situation,
In which you insulted others...
When you had a preference,
To begin to use your own given name?
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When you have been called,
Every name there is.
And some of those names called...
'Sailors' have not yet been taught?
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With an increased abandonment done,
To a randomness...
Specific issues are addressed,
And pursued...
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Take an abnormal way of life,
And hype it as accepted.
Ensure every aspect of it...
Is praised for its ways and acclaimed.
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When the initiative is taken,
To inflict upon another heartbreak.
Expect to feel the remnants of it.
Or see bits and pieces served upon a plate.
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I'm sure there is something inherent to dislike,
About someone who achieves in the midst of naysayers.
Perhaps it is some degree of notoriety,
Unexpected by those projecting their negativity...
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