Lawrence S. Pertillar (February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)
Victims Of Conflicts
If a fear of thinking and having intelligence,
Did not come to threaten the insecurities...
Of those only obsessed to thieve and feed,
Their need to see others bleed as they greed.
While suppressing with divisions and racial tensions,
That began a shortage of opportunities.
None of this that is a reality today would exist.
But those who insisted to prove themselves chosen,
Now find themselves amidst of an array of conflicts.
They wish in secret had never been implemented.
And from them would magically drift away.
But victims of conflicts must continue to find no rest,
As they battle the demons until they are weakened...
To put an end to their wickedness.
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