Absurdities To Market Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Absurdities To Market



A bickering enjoyed,
That ignores...
Common sense and facts.
Presented.
Regardless of proof provided.
That prevents arguments.
Can and could be,
An intention meant.

Whatever the reason,
Or its benefits may be...
Those who bicker,
Amongst themselves...
On a daily basis continuously,
Will never come to agree.
That their quality of life...
Has eroded to suffer,
From...
A living in denial.
And deception to commit,
Fiction to permit and delude.
With a kicking of truth,
To the curb.
Wanting not a word of it,
Around to hear or have heard.

Leaving those protesting,
About their freedoms...
Being threatened and slowly,
From them chipped away.
Are the ones appearing,
In videos documenting...
THEIR participating to destroy,
A democracy that represents...
THEIR freedoms.
And...
THEIR entitlements.

Claiming they do,
Then to accuse...
And place blame,
On others distances away.
Listening.
While observing to watch,
On T.V.
Such absurdities.
Sold to market,
Their involvement.

Guns and weapons,
Of all kinds are sold.
Armed guards are hired,
To protect that which...
Thieves have stolen.
Walls and fences are built,
To incarcerate those profiled.
Walking 'ethnically'.
And...
In their own neighborhoods.
Done to do as directed,
By those corrupted.
Professing themselves to be...
Victims.
While storming the steps.
And breaking down the doors.
To prevent justice done.
In the very halls of justice.
They came to threaten.
And to end!

'Where are those 'ethnics'?
Threatening...
Our quality of life?
We can not sell or promote,
This documentary...
Without proof,
Of their destructive...
And damaging participation! '

-I have an idea! -

'Whew...great! What is it? '

-Throughout the documentary,
We can fade to them dancing.
Picnicking and having fun.
With the latest sounds,
Mixed in to add to the event.-

'And this...
To the viewers,
Will prove to them...
What? '

-This will prove,
Folks like that not to be...
As patriotic as we are! -

'God?
Where forth art Thou?
In times like these.
What are we doing?
Done to do to each other? '

-Dear Father,
Who art thou-eth...
Be-eth in Heaven.
Please help this dude,
Remember and quick...
Why we are editing,
This documentary! -

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