Separate Missions Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Critics rush to flap their lips,
To do this unsolicited.
But can't find one solution,
To stop and end confusion.

And those who contribute a doing,
To reverse the tide...
Are being muted or disputed,
For attempts to say what's wrong...
To find themselves despised.

Evil people are on separate missions.
To destroy a peace that could exist.
The evil people are on separated missions.
With a doing feeding darkness.

Conditioned to have visions,
On divisions as decisions made...
To promote a darkness to exist.

Conditioned to have visions,
On divisions as decisions made...
To promote a darkness to exist.

No matter what the climate is.
Or the atmosphere...
People are bemoaning conflicts.

Critics rush to flap their lips,
To do this unsolicited.
But can't find one solution,
To stop and end confusion.

The evil people are on separated missions.
With a doing feeding darkness.
Evil people are on separate missions.
To destroy a peace that could exist.

And those who contribute a doing,
To reverse the tide...
Are being muted or disputed,
For attempts to say what's wrong...
To find themselves despised.