Crisis Intervention Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Crisis Intervention



If it was never what it was.
Quilled in ink,
To seep in sacred parchment.
Or upheld as it should have been,
With ideals to reach.
And keep as an objective...
As a mindset for all to respect.
Why are those now saying...
A way of life victimized,
By their own blindness...
Has been threatened.
To become a socialistic one.
From a 'republic'!
No one stood to honor.
And striking within those...
Stunned by the prospects of change.
When the opportunists have been few...
To totally abuse a concept defaced.
And depleted the many into an economic abyss.
To leave them screaming about the advantages,
Of a democracy envisioned to entertain...
That has outsourced their way of life.
Every aspect of it!
With goods they use,
Produced on foreign soil.
And manufactured to their specifications!
For many generations kept spoiled...
By the imports of cheap oil.

The luxuries of pomp and gluttony,
Heads into tempestuous winds!

The only thing left that seems to have existing value,
And praised as a badge of courage...
Is the respect they maintain for what remains,
Of a much hyped propaganda.
And the successive use of hypocritical rhetoric.
Pledged and obeyed.
Now promoted as crisis intervention!
In an effort to save a self serving...
Conservative greed.
Never mentioned as a format for success.
But is worshipped on every college campus.
Yet masked by theft, corruption and deceit!
A path paved by materialistic meanderings.
Polished by qualities they fed to bleed others.
With a blatant silkened fist.
Although to their neglect and misfortunes...
Coming for them to an end,
With embarrassments attached.
Without matched pretensions to introduce,
Such a swift unexpected death...
Of those 'capitalistic' rights believed,
And studied with self righteousness.

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