Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

It is just a job.
As a matter of factiveness.
And impersonal to perform.
To get the better of the best doing it.
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To have known my own self.
And who I am.
Condoning every step.
Whether to the right or left.
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Can you tell me what is it.
That you yet haven't had enough.
With your ears to hear and listen.
And not imagine what your eyes looking up.
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Whatever that appears,
Being done to cause fear.
Blurring eyes from tears,
Unable to dry to clear your vision.
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Today?
Times have changed dramatically.

It is not okay,
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I could and can just sit.
All day to stay that way.
Doing nothing else.
But feeling grateful and blessed.
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Policies made to address,
Discipline and respect.
Has begun to have an effect,
Upon those with fading choices...
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It should be no one's dream,
To live to have the freedom...
Of being ignorant and thoughtless.
With a doing of this given,
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What is it today,
Being taught with it thought...
Is in need for our children,
To pursue a higher education?
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Grace!
Under pressure!

Doctors.
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