Excavate Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

A people who have taken effective action,
To impede with a guarantee...
Others do not succeed with oppressive measures,
Applied to suppress to distress whom they please.
With beliefs they teach lessons of authority and control.
Can not keep themselves distant from their own impementation.
Since those who do learn from lessons like these,
Are eventually those who discover themselves trapped.
History repeated should teach them that!
There is more than enough of recycled facts.

A digging of a hole to impose on others restrictions,
Exposes addictions to ignorance and insecurities.
And not comprehending this...
Those who eventually excavate an advanced society,
Ruined by a hatred but waited much too late,
To rise above and leave behind petty indignities.
With a feeding of a feast that left them all crazed in mind.
And the findings of those who investigate,
Can be seen scrathing their heads in disbelief...
How histories repeated never seem to teach.

'What on this God made Earth could they've been thinking? '

~Those who greed do not become their own worse enemies.~

'Look at this one...
Buried with gold chains and sneakers.'

~Put them with the others we discovered holding make up kits,
Barbells and wrapped diet snacks.~

'Can you tell if they were male, female, black, brown or yellow? '

~Hey...
They're just a bunch of bones to me.
Let's move to the next bombed out site.~