Cannibals Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

If you and I were here to exist,
To permit discouragement to flourish.
That provides nourishment.
And with this to expect,
Our quality of life...
Benefits from these steps to take.
It should become obvious,
This is not the way...
Progress to have for anyone is made.
And yet...
Everyday there are those who insist,
Inflicting division and conflicts.
With racism in the mix.
Will deliver to them that progress.
Although...
Limited and confined,
To beliefs restricting their minds of thought.
Brought upon them by false teachings taught.
That enemies are created and sought to defeat.
Believing...
Progress to determine.
And validate.
In a feudal ceremony,
That pays homage to their ancestors.
Would not certify them as true heros.
Until rocks are thrown.
And sticks whittled into weapons.
To approve the doing from darkened caves.
Dwelling as if barbarians.
With a feast prepared to eat their captives.
Like animals returning back,
To their cannibal ways.
Will eventually have it proven,
Their progress to make...
Has been solidified.
Before the eyes of those who survive,
Disbelieving.
What progress is.
And who it is that is determined,
To prove this at any cost or lives lost!

"You want the white or dark meat? "

-How many times I have to tell you,
I am a vegetarian.
Split the bones and roast the marrow.-

"That's right.
How can I forget?
And the blood.
You like that spicy. Right? "

-Mild not too hot.
With a side of Maple leaves.-