Eleventh Hour Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Waiting until the eleventh hour,
To voice outrage, support and empathy...
May have little effect for habitual tactics,
To change what has been neglected for years.
And appearing clearly in one's own backyard.

To acknowledge the ignoring of truth,
Many have allowed to grow to produce...
Actions that upset,
Those gathering to defend and protect...
A right to believe lies kept to themselves,
Will not eventually catch up with them...
As if divinely protected.
Makes pointless their arguments.

And...
Clearly an absence of common sense.
But...
A feeding together upon such foolishness,
At their own expense...
Seems to have become their best activity.