Can'T Get A Night Of Peaceful Sleep Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Isn't it much easier,
To sit back and critique?
Than it is,
To have your neck on the chopping block...
And your name going defenseless,
On the streets?

To be tossed about,
Like hair dropping out.
From an ill fitted weave.

And flying through the air,
With the greatest of ease.
Without anyone to retrieve it,
In the free flowing breeze.

Isn't it fun to enjoy with everyone...
Picking on people behind their backs.
And when in public they are seen...
You snub them when they speak.
Knowing there is no reason,
For you to be that mean.

And when adverse reactions,
Come to confront you.
Isn't it wonderful to know,
Those who choose to do it...
Were friends you knew who screwed you too.
In ways you reminisce...
You made a choice to do this.

But now a forgiveness wished,
That your feelings could be spared.
But no one is there,
To show a caring that is shared.

Isn't it much easier,
To sit back and critique?
Than it is,
To have your neck on the chopping block...
And your name going defenseless,
On the streets?

And no one is concerned,
Your lessons have been learned.

Leaving you to toss and turn...
From nights spent trying to get some sleep!
Haunted by those memories,
Of how you hurt innocent people so deep.
And you're left alone to moan.
To do your boo hooing on your own.

With an empathy felt,
That attracts no help...
To come soon to relieve.