Muddied Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Their contradictions are so ridiculous.
It amazes how they do this.
As if it is not noticed.
And yet repeatedly they get away with it.

Perhaps for some that is why it is done.
Since few are conscious enough,
To know they've been made fools.
In front of everyone.

Leaving them in disbelief.
And quite stunned,
By the events to come.

When told a pool should be expected for them to swim...
Towels were given them
To wade in a muddied puddle.

And that vision of a pool to dip in, tan and cool...
For them to huddle,
Was none!

Like those clouds that blocked promises,
There would be Sun.
With joy they could anticipate.
Treats to eat and lots of fun!