Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

We raise what is planted.
We reap what is sown.
We harvest to eat what is cooked.
And these trite expressions,
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What are their real issues?
And why are they here?

'They say their parents screwed them up.'
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Were their actions inspired and motivated,
By racial hate?

'Well...
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'I am getting increasingly uncomfortable,
With all of this racist talk.'

That may be an honest admission,
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The years one lives,
Have a tendency to sneak to creep...
With a speeding up,
To become eventually noticed.
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And sometimes I wish this wasn't,
Strickly love...
I have,
Since it's...
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Giving up!
I don't know,
The meaning of it.
Am I out of luck?
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Confused by the ending.
And when it all began.
Did it end before the beginning?
Or was the beginning the start of the end?
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Fawning over luxuries?
Don't you fawn.
Those luxuries one day will leave,
And everything fawned.
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When people accept and believe,
It is okay for them to lie...
They will approve of all,
And everything else they do...
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