Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Prosperity.
A word.
A term used and a wish.
That promises dreamers.
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I'm looking for something.
Don't know what it is yet.
Or know what to expect.
But it's gotta be better than today's mess.
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I use to be a Negro.
Before I became a proud Black man.
When much younger I enlisted into the military.
Patriotic.
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What's good is balancing on a thin line.
As demons are on a hate trip.
Leaving what's good unbalanced.
To fall into a deep abyss.
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Those who fight over turf.
Yet not know the value,
Or worth of the dirt.
Would be more reluctant.
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If you think it dismissed.
It will still be here and available.
What I've got to give,
Stays fresh.
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Domestic terror.
Homegrown and sickens.
Permitted to keep it feared.
As staging threats,
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No desire with a dream,
To want and wish.
Is no reason to find fault,
With another.
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We grow enough.
To know our likes and displeasures.
We grow enough.
To amplify what is disqualified.
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Coming unsuspected.
Warned to arrive.
Without a scheduled date or time.
But detected to expect.
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