So Bust A Move And Split! Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Wait a minute.
Hold up!
Let's use some intelligence,
With the aid of perception here.

For hundreds of years,
There has been a total disrespect
Of my ancestors' presence.
Their contributions donated...
With blood, sweat and tears.
And a grieving that has gone on,
As if these afflictions...
I should bear for the rest of my years!

And I am to pray on my knees,
For some afterlife to appear?
Where did you hear this?
From a pew you were told...
I should sit and respect in quietness?

Let me send you back with this message...
To make this absolutely clear...
THAT is not why I am here,
To worship in the persistence of it!
Or to be stalked by those,
Insistent on the path I walk.

I reach for a higher state of consciousness.
If there is something I am missing...
I am sure God will correct it!
As for now?
There is nothing you can say,
To turn me away from my faith!

I am as close as I am going to be...
To The Almighty.
Flaws and all.
And God knows that!
Since He and I...
Have 'eternity' to discuss my errors!
So bust a move and split!

If you feel you must legitimize one's life?
Try finding ways to explain,
Why your decadence...
Seems to be closer to you in areas you worship.
And not a prayer congregated with others,
Professing to have faith,
Has yet to have the power...
To deliver none of you from your evils!

I would question that.
Since my life I live in peace.
And not in contradictions...
Symbolized to restrict,
To have something other than that released!
I am not a follower of demons.