Flesh And Blood Drops Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Flesh And Blood Drops
Who pays...
For the displays of injustices,
Dispatched and laid?
As rights and defenses,
Are removed...
And offenses grow to prove
An array of dismay!
Who amongst us can truthfully say...
These occurances appeared,
While we were on a leave of absence
Cleared of a consciousness that drifted away?
Or kissing the cheeks of starving children,
Dieing behind the scenes...
Of antiqued lighted picturesqued streets!
Who pays...
For displays of injustices,
Dispatched and laid?
Could they be the ones
Whose voices are heard
Screaming from atop gleaming glass towers...
Like clipped winged birds.
Jumping!
To weed themselves from crops...
They intially described to the world,
As root rot!
Plummeting to the ground to spread...
Flesh and blood drops!
This made me remember 9/11. As I watched in horror, I thought offices were exploding, because paper was drifting down...and then I realized that it was people...'plummeting to the ground to spread...flesh and blood drops...' And I could not say that I was absent that day either.
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4/24/2024 11:26:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is an exceptional poem which pens rage with great power and asks questions meant to shock a complacent readership. Your final line is brutal in its impact and the whole piece is superbly written. love, Allie xxxx