Choreographed And Staged Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Where is that place.
Safe to go.
And not feel to be chased,
Away to find some sense to make.

Where is that place these days?
Found to escape,
From threats to hear them made.
Yet nowhere seen to witness.
Although heard to whisper,
How close they are to be near and fear.

Even conflicts appear,
More created to stage.
Well rehearsed and choreographed.
And behind the scenes,
Directed to perfection.
With added special effects.
Performed by a cast of hired actors.

Where is that place.
Safe to go without feeling chased.
And made to participate,
As a by-stander.
Amongst a crowd of booing protesters.

Caught up in the action.
Deceived and disbelieving...
They've been filmed as enemies.
For political reasons.
To broadcast nationwide.

And...
Done to interpret their innocence,
For the purpose to allow and inflict...
Division.
Conflict.
And hatred implemented.

By those delighted to incite,
Evil and wickedness.
With excitement to ignite it.
In a United State of Craze!