Ego Warriors (Inside The Gripe House) Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Strutting about to prove,
The only defense against...
Differences is an intolerance.
To ensure humanity endures,
Through rumors and threats...
And escalated steps to move,
Closer to needless wars.
With a protecting effectively,
Quick to mask insecurities.
Leaving ego warriors,
To perceive...
Only a shown might makes right,
Between themselves.
With wishes wanting to be seen,
The one and only...
Left sitting on a higher throne
Even if it's copper.
But casted in fool's gold.

'MY throne,
Is custom made.
To fit only 'my' behind.'

-MY throne,
Is inlaid with imported...
And grain fed emeralds.-

*As if...
Such a thing existed.
And I...
Must use a megaphone!
To let it be known,
Who sits on a throne...
Highest of all.
So there.
Stretch necks.
And widen up those eyes.*

Nonstop,
Continues the grumblings.
And petty complaints,
Between the ego warriors.
Reported by those,
Invited but reluctant...
To go anywhere near,
The 'gripe' house.