No Protectors Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The business of living,
Has laid cold eyes upon them
Grieving.
Those overtaxed,
And most undernourished!

Discouraged to speak truths,
That keep them crushed...
In silent desperation.
Under technologies,
Rushed to boost few
To adorn themselves,
And prosper.

This business of living...
Dispense trinkets from feasting banquets.
And dim is the light once brightening,
The hopes for all.
With gall the rotting stench is sensed,
And slowly released.
Progressing these diseasing deeds.

And bigoted shelters,
Built to be viewed...
By those with lofty wishes,
Crumble in defiance.
As appliances fail,
To keep from oxidizing rust.

Those investing in separate dreams...
Find no protectors,
To hide resources dwindling.
Masses split into divisions that absorb,
Assumptions no one resumes...
As this influence loses its spin!