Bigots, Prison Cells And Thieves Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Choking air begins to freshen.
Burning eyes from smog,
Clears polluted minds.
In awe with dropped jaws.
To discover and find...
An arresting to confine,
The ones confessing...
They've invested to infest,
Criminal thoughts...
To manifest more greed to get,
For purposes to hide...
What's been collected,
In personalized treasure chests
Monogramed with golden crests.

Bigots, prison cells.
And handcuffed thieves.
Chained together,
As if meant to be.
For all to see.
Stripped and exhibited.
Exposing their real identities.
Bigots in prison cells,
Shown to be thieves.
Isolated to restore,
A quality of life few remember
To reminsce existed.
Before corruption permitted,
Came to contaminate the air.

And unexpectedly the freedom,
To breathe...
Without being seized,
By the marketing of lawlessness
Arrives to again protect,
Those still left conscious.
To no longer fear threatened...
By those who dress to impress.
Yet address their evils,
To masquerade...
While smiling to pocket.
Dupe, trick and deceive.