The Ones Who Come To Witness Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Don't choose to fret.
Over those upsetting,
The gains you've earned.
As they add more heat.
While observing you mind,
Do a slow burn.

You feel,
You're about to 'bust' from disgust.
You feel,
You've had enough of distrusting.
And like you many too,
Feel a display of betrayal.
But this feeling we must give up.

You feel,
Your back has been abandoned.
You feel,
Orphaned and attacked.
You feel,
Knocked down and dragged...
On your own welcome mat.

But don't choose to fret,
Over those with tasks to harrass.
Know people like that,
Have been temporarily placed...
On your path to pass tests.

Don't choose fret,
Over those upsetting...
To have you regretting,
Gains you must maintain.
Don't choose to manifest,
An evil to allow...
Your interest invested to infest.

Don't be provoked.
By those who take your life a joke.
Don't be provoked.
You're better than that.
Don't be provoked.
By those who take your life a joke.
They will be the ones who come,
To witness...
And hear at 'them' who laughs.