Chasing Tales Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I 'use' to be caught up in perceptions,
Of a collective unity.
The kind that would thrive to excite,
Participation...
From those who approached,
The cause of this...
With an identity as a guarantee.
To usher in a motivation that would begin,
To uplift the 'disadvantaged' ones...
In aspiring but depressed,
Inner city communities.

How nobel a cause!

But soon I witnessed in disbelief,
Opportunities mentioned...
Were often teased.
By those who would preach publicly,
A need.
Only to see a chasing of tales...
Implemented by deceivers,
Who would discredit the ones sincere.
To ensure defeat they would receive,
With the creation of 'that' made extremely clear.

I 'use' to be caught up in perceptions,
Of a collective unity.
The kind that would thrive to excite,
Participation...
From those who approached,
The cause of this...
With an identity as a guarantee.
To usher in a motivation that would begin,
To uplift the 'disadvantaged' ones...
In aspiring but depressed,
Inner city communities.

How nobel and global!

But an addiction to chasing tales,
Was the only thing meant...
As a permanent reality,
To give all the luxury of time misspent.