Without Purpose Or Reason Affixed Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

There is nothing that happens,
Without reason or purpose affixed to it.
If there is repetition revolving to permit,
Without recognition that admits...
Solutions to the doing does not exist,
Since too many incensed...
Are sitting on the road to block and stop,
An intention for meaningful progress meant.

And debating this has yet to convince,
That a continuing displays of ignorance...
Does not reflect one's heritage or represents pride!
And being down to Earth does not literally mean,
A doing of nothing as dust collects...
On footsteps made by ancestors; some hung by necks,
Escaping away from centuries of oppression.

Nor should it be interpreted,
As those who choose to keep believed...
Their ancestors sat on their butts to get rest,
While others stood by patiently and with tolerance...
Awaiting to discuss their wishes and dreams,
With a providing of 'rights' or equal opportunities...
To those of future generations that will follow,
Making demands with hands on 'remembered' backs...
Of those who had sacrificed their lives without looking back,
To allow those with beliefs that progress involves no sweat.

'Why do you work so hard?
With no guarantee you will see progress or success? '

~If I did this for myself,
My doing would not allow you to sit and ask questions.
Or believe you have arrived to criticize what I do.
One day you 'might' understand,
Why the choices I make are for your benefit not mine.~