Creating Havoc As If A Habit Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Confusion and its conflicts,
Implemented to plant it goes on.
Pushing buttons.
Creating havoc as a habit,
More to have!

People ought to know,
The power of love.
To manifest.
This to digest.
People ought to know,
The power of love.
Felt to get,
This to live and digest.

Creating hatred.
Just to make it leaves too many,
Moan and ache.
Feeling their pain cruel.
Creating hatred.
Just to make it leaves too many,
Moan and ache.
Wanting what is done removed.

Still they stay to push those buttons.
Creating havoc as a habit to go on.
As if it belongs.
P-pushing buttons.
Even though they know the doing is wrong.

People ought to know,
The power of love to manifest.
Happiness!
People ought to know,
The power of love,
That they can get.
To manifest.

Yet instead they will push buttons.
With a want to have their havoc and bad.
And done automatic.
As if this makes them happy and glad.
As if this havoc had isn't sad.

People pushing buttons.
As if a habit proud to be had.