Conspicuous Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Observed and more conspicuous.
Is the eminence,
Of a once forbidden love.
Its prominence expresses more.
When less impressions are made.
To perceive them effective.
But these days seem to be ignored.
Death appears slowly,
To put an end to hatred.
And the foolishness of bigotry.
The young ones are proving this.
Openly.
Rejecting stale preferences,
Their ancestors accepted.
The young have found that love,
Is as colorless as breath to breathe.
Experiencing truth.
Older folks excuse to produce hypocrisies.
Used to suppress,
Realities they leave to go unaddressed.

Today.
As the phase of delusion fades away.
Many are finding their minds enlightened.
And their lives to live with love.
Not without it to doubt.

Too conspicuous is this 'movement'.
Proving the consent of it,
Has no defense.
To prevent its presence.
And those old with aging restricted limits,
Have no choice.
But to voice their opinions.
To whoever cares to listen.

"What will your parents and neighbors think? "

About? What?

"Me being...
Well.
You know.
And you being...
YOU! "

What we have,
Has nothing to do with them.
We chose love.
Not 'their' preferences.
Remember that.