Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Why do they glare?
Those who stop to stare...
With a bringing of their gloom,
To pollute environments everywhere.
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You can not believe what is going on?
And in your disbelief,
You seek and explanation for it?
Perhaps you should ask yourself this question...
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Escalated to aggravate,
Those with patience who once had waited.
Has many clearly witnessing...
A chipping away of that tolerance,
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A banging of one's head observed,
Being done against a brick wall.
Appears to be painful.
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A comfort in passing judgement on others,
Has its way of returning this activity...
Right back to those detractors.
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When people use others,
Then make attempts...
To have those 'doing' appear as fools,
They show themselves for who they are.
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We be...
Young.
We be...
Old.
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They chose to take,
Another route.
In pursuit.
They would face,
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Gone are those sad songs,
Sung begun some sang.
With the singing of those sad songs,
Gone.
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Whatever the 'justice' is.
It is 'just us',
That seems not to be.
Represented,
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