Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

There are those thought to be,
Objects.
Subjected to scrutiny.
Profiled.
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False speech.
Crafted to spew and speak.
Spoken through,
Sparkling bright white smiling teeth.
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Life is better liked.
When someone decides,
To do something nice.
For another just to do.
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Obvious it is.
With a more clarity as it nears.
A truth approaching.
To no longer dispute or argue,
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Things to have makes for some,
Worth to value the lives they live.
Not to hear or listen.
Or speak with substance.
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Trying to clean up a mess.
One has left.
While moving closer to exit,
Through a revolving door.
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Public servants.
Who take oaths to be of service.
Publicly display,
A self serving to do with loyality...
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Unchanged is the narrative.
Unchanged and limited,
As if restricted to go beyond...
To make attempts to expand the mind,
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When so many are unaccustomed,
To research the facts.
With that to rely,
On others who have created their own.
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No matter whatever is done for you.
Is good enough to do,
No matter who does it done.
Since you would rather,
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