Feeding Upon False Information To Feast Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Feeding Upon False Information To Feast



Everyday I pray,
With a thankfulness I have been blessed...
To observe and without a judgement to profess.
And have kept an ability to listen and grasp,
Onto that which helps me to evaluate and comprehend.
With a curiosity to ask questions.

There is not a day that comes along at dawn,
When I am seeking a lesson somewhere to learn.
To absorb and reflect to improve upon my knowledge.
With a keeping myself vulnerable to all that which connects,
To a reality less deluded that includes understanding,
I accept and not reject.

I witness too many today,
Prepared as if ready to reject what others say.
As they limp around and groan from pain,
To claim what pills they take to numb their aches.
And not one appreciates a remnant of truth to them told.

I witness too many today with a preference to complain.
Who say they've been diagnosed 'professionally',
By someone who doesn't know what they do medically.
So they 'choose' to use canes and wheelchairs to move.

I have heard it said by those who pledge a loyalty,
To keep feeding upon false information to feast...
Since those they ignore have no doctorate degrees,
To give advice from them to explore the credibility of it.

Everyday I pray,
With a thankfulness I have been blessed...
To observe and without a judgement to profess.
And have kept an ability to listen and grasp,
Onto that which helps me to evaluate and comprehend.
With a curiosity to ask questions.

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