Close, Lock And Stay Jammed Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Left and lost...
Without love felt
To share on shitty city streets.

The young now aging...
As we fade to go beyond,
Are challenged not to value morality
Stained by generations of isolated consumption!
On shoulders they bear much of our despairs.

Stations of defense...
Built to barricade them from our weaknesses
Has carved paths around boundaries
To camouflage our programmed understanding of truth!

We have risked 'their' lives,
For 'our' protection!
And we expect them to honor values
To pass our inspections...
Diffused in separating divisions!
They have focused their visions without us.

They ask where were we...
When spilled milk,
Never cleansed and left to stale
Was ignored!
And why an open door they felt safe behind...
Seemed with the passing of time,
To close, lock and stay jammed!