Fortunate Presence Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The fortunate presence,
Of a tragedy.
Is the exposing of a selfishness.
Feeding its own greed.

And this in spite,
Of the overwhelming needs...
In these horrific days.
Faced by a collective humanity.
Should awaken those dozing.
Unconscious with minds and eyes closed.
Shocked into reality.
Running away from delusions.
Hoping God does not judge them,
For allowing this corruption...
To erupt and condone.
Right under their noses.

With claims to later admit,
Of having no knowledge.
Or awareness that connects,
Of them being involved.
Yet run they do,
From a truth they knew.
But rather these days,
Not be associated.
With those they know to be,
Hypocritical.
But publicly performed,
In the best of righteous and pius ways!