Lawrence S. Pertillar

(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

A Movement Made Much Too Popular


I am here consciously to achieve on purpose,
A doing to be done left for myself to validate.
Taking time to waste saying what I could achieve,
Procrastinating...
In accepted hesitation,
Is a movement made much too popular today...
That has left so many feeling they have accomplished.
And they have.
To witness for anyone to observe unquestioned,
With a doing of something that had not been delayed.
And leaving no one to dispute the results of the outcome.

Submitted: Sunday, June 16, 2013
Edited: Monday, June 17, 2013

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