Sharing Less Sense To Make Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Here we are.
Where we were.
Admitting we should commit,
To taking steps forward.
And refusing to allow,
Continuing pettiness...
That has kept us preventing,
The obvious seriousness....
Of a deepening moral and mental abyss.

And here we are.
Again where we were.
Discussing those steps.
Yet unprepared to confess,
That a leaving where we are...
To find new issues and complaints,
Would not make sense to do...
If those with friendships made,
Don't agree to do the same thing too!

So here we are.
Where we were once again.
Hugging, shaking hands and professing unity.
But this time convinced,
We are more comfortable in our skins.
And discussing steps to take.
With old friendships made to tolerate,
To still procrastinate...
The sharing of less sense to make.
As that deepening moral and mental abyss,
Gets deeper. However, the seriousness of it...
Doesn't seem to be as dark as it is.
As long as diversity involved,
Joins in and becomes more part of the mix.

'We shall overcome.
Black Lives Matter.
White, Brown, Red and Yellow too.
Keep hope alive.
It's never too late.
Faith can move mountains.
A mind is a terrible thing to waste.'

Why are they repeating,
Those same trite expressions?
Turning them into chants that are heard,
Only when people gather to protest.

'One never knows.
Maybe someday,
We will be able to say them.
And with a kept belief that 'everybody' shows.'