Please Bear With My Hypothesis Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Let me preface my earlier premise with this.
And please bear with my hypothesis.

IF a hole appears to have been dug,
AND with a doing that is deep...
Somebody, somewhere is aware of doing it.
Somebody knew,
Of that digging done to do.

Now...
IF streets are trashed and this is passed,
To see on a daily basis.
SOMEBODY sees it to leave it there.
SOMEBODY passes it and just doesn't care.

When eyes are wide open and minds are clear,
It becomes difficult to deny that which appears.
Although when minds are closed,
In denial to excuse...
Accusations then begin,
To confuse a few to blame others to accuse.

Refusing to acknowledge written warnings,
Scrawled on high and neon-ed walls...
Everyone choosing to dismiss what this is,
Are heard debating in a finding of fault...
Who is responsible for this attention to them brought.
N'es Pas?
That's French for...
Snap out of it and smell the stench.

And those who exclaim where the truth still remains,
Seem always to be shot down behind the eight ball...
To be framed and removed from a crooked played game.

Yet...
Deeper gets that hole dug deep.
Deeper get the deceptions that people keep.
Deeper in crevices those hide their lies.
And deeper and more indebted,
Are those who owe to the ones they despise.

IF a hole appears to have been dug,
AND with a doing that is deep...
Somebody, somewhere is aware of doing it.
Somebody knew,
Of that digging done to do.
A choosing to refuse an admitting of it,
Does not remove the guilt or those fingerprints...
On those shovels abandoned in the hole.