Deed Delivery Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

They would like to think of themselves as allstars,
But their stances
Leave them grounded in limited enhancement.
Material attachments sit with them,
With enforced importance.

And if they would disappear...
It would be clear they would have nothing to live for!
Raised to believe their worth was to be adorned,
And processed from recessed minds!

Gone is the sense to practice 'deed delivery'.

They mock those that do...
And those that don't,
Show a vacancy of so much left seen undone!
Even paper wraps from snacks are tossed...
Just like the thoughts of who they are,
Trashing and feeling comfortable about it!
Something had been abandoned much too early!
What transpired from the womb had been fed on disrespect.

Values severed...
From a stunted nurturing quickly untethered.
Untaught to sing or witness gentleness...
Without a hint or touch of love invested.
And this is obvious when observed,
By those who analyze
The unsatisfied in well dressed attire.
Doing their best to keep up fronts in contests.
Straining to mirror success...
Yet,
Invisible these 'tests' but nevertheless flaunted!