Those...Inequities! Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

There is a rush...
To correct, silence and hush,
Those...inequities!
Those injustices left to leave,
The ones thought and believed...
To be dispensible.

The ones who displayed,
No apparent influence.
Those who are now seen...
To have had appropriate insight.
But disregarded and demeaned.

There is a rush...
To correct, silence and hush,
Those...inequities!

And yet...
The power to do that effectively,
Would entail the power...
To change the rotation of the Earth.
To rename the Sun and the Moon.
And the time of one's birth.

With a claiming that all misdeeds done...
Were not planted to ruin anyone's life.
What a wasted intention...
If this was meant,
As a means to undermine one's sacrifice.

But these acts directed,
Were merely enacted...
To invite them to have more fun!
And this...
Was a miscalculation,
Of an understanding.
Left to go misunderstood and unexplained.

But 'hopefully'...
Now,
Comprehended!
With a forgiveness that can be given.
With a forgetting that is transcended.

And those hidden crossed fingers...
One hides,
But yet to be discovered.
To be painfully broken or bent!
Or...
Severed in acts of revenge.
If that is one's druthers to ensure the other...
Comprehension for all can now begin!