Balled Fists In Fits Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Balled fists in fits of rage displayed,
To shake away a pain...
Shouldn't be the youth we witness doing this.
Too young they are,
To have such build up disappointment.
Too young they are,
To have a life to live with these expectations to exist.

A future being diminished to have it welcomed by hate,
Doesn't say too much for those who have neglected it.
Or the ones discouraged by a lack of nourishment.
A future being diminished to have it welcomed by hate,
And the killing of fresh minds needed to create...
Further depreciates a quality of life,
To believe such quality can escalate...
With infighting and conflicts fed to our youth to satiate.

Balled fists in fits of rage displayed,
To shake away a pain...
Shouldn't be the youth we witness doing this.
Too young they are,
To have such build up disappointment.
Too young they are,
To have a life to live with these expectations to exist.