Dial It Down Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Dial it down.
A promoting of division.
Dial it down.
A need to rage.
With a feeling necessary,
To be crazed.
Dial it down.
The turning up the heat,
To free the wicked.
Unleashing insecurities,
On the streets.

Dial...this down.
The madness.
Dial it down.
All the craze.
Dial...this down.
The sadness.
None it benefits anyone,
Claiming this nonsense for them pays.
Dial it down.

Dial it down.
The throwing of sticks and rocks,
At coppers.
Dial it down.
The burning of stores,
Where the people shop.

Dial it down.
Agitating more crime with violence.
And dial it down.
All the mess to leave left around.

Corrupted puppets have been productive.
And...
Everywhere to be found.
With a doing of this more to me and you.
By leaps and bounds.
From top to the bottom,
They are lawlessness.
And duping everyone to hoodwink truth.
With wishes to control and rule.

Dial it down.
From being boosted up to be fooled.
Used and tricked.
By the wicked.
Dial it down.
From being boosted up to be fooled.
Used and tricked.

Corrupted puppets have been productive.
Wicked and slick.
You've got to dial it down to notice,
Their motives to leave...
Your mind sick.

Dial it down.
Quick.
Dial it down.
Run from disaster.
Dial it down.
Quick.
Dial it down.
Run from disaster!

Faster.