Muddied By A Swamp Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Muddied by a swamp.
And picking to throw under buses,
Those professed loyal confidants.
Smelly is the stench,
Of a decay left by evil.
Leaving minds of the people,
Persuaded to be snatched away...
By collectors of unused debris.

Who cares and wishes for values kept?
Who cares who speaks with tainted breath?
Who cares anymore which lies are told next?
Seeping from an oval office,
Where a demon sits perfecting...
A demeaning scheme.
As its main architect.
Hiding lowlife desires...
Behind a polished mahogany desk.

Muddied by a swamp,
Come the pomp with kept pretentions.
Announcing false intentions,
To those listening. And made to hear.
While smearing truth.
To puncture honesty as it's left to bleed.
Until no longer remembered,
Is its purpose.
Or who had it with unquestioned integrity.
Fading,
Into a debated haze.
Easily leaving behind,
Those choosing the safety to remain...
Dumb, deaf and hopelessly left blind.

"Those who protest too loudly,
Have needs to protect...
Lies told.
With hopes they go undetected.
Yet...
Become suspected of guilt,
When giving attention to mention innocence...
More than a child.
Attempting to prove,
What has been shown to make known...
Is without evidence to give it merit."