Flavored To Taste It Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Flavored to taste it.
Is my appreciation and gratefulness.
Kept felt to not suspect.
Blessings I have received,
Are shared without thoughts of
selfishness.
This is not the me,
I accept to identify to be.
Since underneath my exterior.
There is someone who cares deeply.
About humanity.

Who is it that had been chosen,
As a possessor of rights.
To do what they like to others.
With God to give approval,
To manifest an infestation...
Of a sickened and crazed,
Mindset to torment...
With mentalities abused.
Who was this demon selected and picked,
Approved but not witnessed...
To be dim of wit and consciousness.
And with a duping so slick.
An absence of common sense,
To go undetected or depict.
But allowed to sit,
Directing such illness to go unnoticed.

Every opportunity to glow,
Had been rushed to fade.
Until brain dead were left heads.
Intentionally done to undermine.
And depraved,
Of independent thinking.

I would and could not,
Prioritize this on my wishlist to get.
Since flavored to taste it,
Is my gratefulness to express this.
With a doing that shares my blessings.
Blessings received.
From God to have bestowed upon me.
Whether accepted.
Or inspected to reject.
Will make no difference,
As to how I feel.
Each day to know this felt.


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