Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

What are the creators of conflict,
Wars, deceit and division...
Eventually winning?
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It is difficult to escape the power held,
By those acknowledging a knowledge.
Once it is there and gets one wide awake...
All exits to get away from it,
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Once done...
And in retrospect,
As one reflects!
Being ostracized,
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You want to come on the ranch,
And do a bit of hi-dee-hey.
You come expecting everyone to do,
What it is you say, yo!
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Cherished are my memories.
Especially the ones that were meant,
For me to sit and listen...
As my ego was stripped to bits,
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Thank you class.
I am glad all of us here,
Have agreed to take pictures of ourselves,
As an assigment.
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What is it that it helps to feed,
When an overdosed ego...
Repeatedly shows but doesn't know,
On others it drips unnoticed blood to bleed?
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See it for what it is.
Since it is what it has been allowed,
To become.
And with deceptions done,
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Barbarians proving they can be barbaric,
With an inflicting of evils new and fresh...
No one else but themselves possess,
To believe they gain from others respect...
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Falling into slumber,
In a peaceful sleep relieved...
That steps I've taken,
Did not shaken me.
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