Volatile Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Volatile



Silence to prolong it,
Can be explosive.
Disruptive.
Extremely dangerous.
And unexpectedly volatile.
Like a child to ignore,
What they do to dismiss.
To not think of this as serious.

If a child is just given,
Things to possess.
Without anyone to express,
Any interest at all...
As to why that child,
Becomes belligerent and upset.
Beginning to set fires,
Inside and outside...
Around the house.
Across the street.
To then burn down,
An entire neighborhood.
Leaving everyone afraid,
They may never wake up.
If they should dare to go to bed.
Attempting to get sleep!

This activity,
To believe just an act...
Of a spoiled child,
Seeking attention to get.
And will grow into an adult...
Caring and responsible.
Loving, sincere.
Oozing with respect for others given.

Those are not the odds,
Experts would suggest and give.
To anyone living near a volcano.
That they should stay to tolerate,
The rumbling sounds coming from it.
Or the witnessing of boulders,
Blowing that and ash off the top...
Of this volcano.
Then to sit and watch...
Lava spewing molten rock.
Done with this to believe...
Observing such an activity,
Will soon pass over to stop.
As long as the people realize...
If too much attention,
Is given with this to mention.
It will only become worse.
Than the doing actually is.

And more beneficial it will become,
For everyone.
If they pretended what is happening,
Did not exist to permit it.

"Uh...
I hate to bother you like this.
But...uh...your child,
Is throwing bricks at our windows."

-You know how all children,
Go through that juvenile stage?
We all did.
I tell you what.
I will pay for your windows.
And hopefully we both can agree,
This temporary 'stage'...
Will soon from us pass away.-

"Your child needs to be disciplined,
Immediately! "

-I know...
You are NOT trying to tell ME,
How to raise MY child!
He is my 'Baby'.-

"That 'Baby' you are raising,
Is a teenager.
Soon to be 21 years old! "

-And...?
Don't worry.
I'm sure he has no plans,
To be voted the most popular.
And...
Heaven forbid,
Decided to become a politician.-

"I don't believe this! "

-Why?
Do you think he should? -

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