Slim Are The Odds Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

A child that grows,
To know no boundaries.
And taught nothing about truth.
Or a reality that has limits.
If avoided has its consequences!

A child that grows,
Only to value money and things.
To prioritized that,
For the attention this brings.
Very slim are the odds,
That child will show respect.
Or the meaning of it to get.
And no one should expect,
This child will grow older...
Connected to emotions.
Felt to feel.
Or from others to accept.

A child inside of a mind,
Residing disguised...
As an adult not to have grown.
Yet is skilled in manipulating,
In ways unknown.
Will leave many to regret,
Following behind the steps...
This child they allowed to lay.
Discovering too late,
How easily they were deceived.
Tricked and betrayed.
And...
Willfully participated,
In the ruining to destroy...
Their own quality of life.
This 'child' enjoyed.
With the getting of attention.

Although growing not to know,
The difference between...
Which activities are wrong.
And despising the ones,
Others liked that were right...
For them!
This child loved destruction.
How to begin it.
But not when to end!