Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

The crowds have become unruly.
Everywhere protesters,
Are demanding their equal rights.
Racists amongst themelves are fighting.
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Balled fists in fits of rage displayed,
To shake away a pain...
Shouldn't be the youth we witness doing this.
Too young they are,
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Peaceful is a life to live,
Without the happiness part of it...
As of yet detected or suspected,
Could, should and can be taxed...
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No one has to read to then rate,
What it is I submit.
I don't write with the intention,
To get that kind of attention.
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After a hurting has been done,
With it unknown to come...
Motive is the focus.
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I see what I know,
From being exposed to experience life!
Curious and adventurous.
No pain did I feel to become healed,
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Dependable can be thoughts that come,
From someone who listens first...
To comprehend then to another gives,
Silence an opportunity to birth...
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Does it really to anyone matter,
If a package delivered...
Comes glittered and glossed over,
To effectively keep concealed...
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Morally corrupt.
With not an exit,
To edit it.
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Soar where those poor of faith reside.
Sacrifice temptations,
That come to tease temporary pleasures.
Soar where those poor of faith reside.
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