Found Odd, Trifling And Out Of Place Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Stay perplexed and fixed,
To the politics you chose to pick.

Examine those policies,
You selected as priorities...
To be of interest by those elected.

And while you are doing that...
Remember when you dismissed others,
As insignificant voices to forget.
I've done it...
Remembered.
With a healing done I do not regret.

That's why my choice is not to be stunned.
I'm sure I had not been the only one,
Kicked to the curb by you and those...
With noses upturned,
And feeling the more deserving.

You pursued degrees...
You 'still' are billed to pay.
And your tunneled vision,
Has been blocked along the way.

Now I am approached by you,
And others too.
To unite and serve...
To assist in your desperation,
To save what you were told then...
Not to take for granted!
And...
One day from your 'perch'...
You will be unnerved.
And from within you,
A reality will be purged.

Has that happened?

However...
You were convinced,
My actions and those of others then...
Made no sense.

You were convinced,
My actions and those of others then...
Was a waste of time uselessly spent.

And today your frantic actions,
Have been isolated and distanced.
No one is seeking,
To protect your standards valued.

No one is seeking,
To uphold your exposed decadence.

You've made that and yourself too exclusive.
And did not include the needs of those who bled.
Or anyone you were instructed to bleed to death.
With a choice that led you to flee, instead.

And as you fled,
So did we.
Not to scatter like you.
But to find a peace of mind we keep.
With a doing done not to undo.

Today you say we need to call on God.
Those I know,
Have been and remain in daily conference.
You are the ones who are now found 'odd'.
Trifling and out of place.