Stealthed Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Everything has been labelled,
To tag and remember.
As an implantation done.
And historically forbidden,
To forgive and forget...
By anyone.

Names of importance,
Given to please an aristocracy.
And nicknames chosen...
To depict those less 'dignified'.
With disrespect and atrocities.

While those attached,
And living to be dispatched...
Were convinced to match,
Themselves with crap...
And disgarded trash.

This 'experimentation' would last.

Challenges invented...
Were presented to be tackled,
By those thought to be gifted with talents and wise.
And those unfamiliar with this experience,
Often ran to shelters to hide inside.

In an isolated feeding of insecurities.

The rich became loved as well as despised,
For completing scenes,
Hidden in deceits.
Unknown they had been compromised.

And the poor grew much poorer...
By those class acts out of reach.
Once upon a time when stolen economies,
Were the reason and the rhyme.
Climbing further to heights.
To teach the advantages of 'tweaking' beliefs.
To advance those greedy and willg to cheat.

And they became blatant.
Addicted to gluttony.
And not so stealthed...
As accustomed wealth grew.
Digging underneath the feet,
Of those meek,
And made weak and needy.