Troubled Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

So troubled are they.
With their perceptions,
Of ways a perfected life...
Should be lived.

How romantacized ancestors,
Adorned values...
With overstated etiquette.
Lost in embellished time capsules.

While an infusion of the best of barbaric ways,
Displayed.
Expresses a digressed advancement.
Full with praise.
And completed...
By the use of politically correct,
Table manners.

'But we are at war! '

I see that you are.
This has been observed.
But tell me...
When have you not been?
Mentally!