Fuel To Feed The Beast Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Wealth to get it given.
Or inherited to know it comes.
Is not enough fuel to feed the beast.
One who enjoys,
Creating destruction.
For the attention to receive it done.

Too many are made to believe.
And accept deception to be convinced,
Others are honest.
When lieing to portray,
Themselves as unwilling victims.
With a nonstop mocking,
Of those who are being victimized.

Slick, wicked and conniving.
Insecure and thriving,
On pain to inflict it.
Even upon those remaining loyal,
Giving their support and endorsement.
Privately demeaned and mistreated.
They stay to be used.
And mentally abused until addicted.

Accustomed to this beast,
Everyone becomes...
A volunteer to donate their lives,
Seeking ways to satisfy...
Regardless what it is they may sacrifice.
Providing more fuel to feed the beast.
Despite the witnessing,
Of their own destruction to applaud!
As long as the beast,
Is kept fed to please.

"Why?
Why are you doing this to yourselves? "

-We are doing this for everyone.
To free ourselves and others too.
From those who threaten our way of life.-

"That is nothing more than madness."

-And one day from us,
It will all be gone.-

"Just like the pandemic.
Conflicts, division and racism? "

-Yes.-

"And...
Who has promised you this,
Magical disappearance? "

-The only one who knows,
How to fix this mess.
And return back to us a 'normalcy'.-

"Oh?
Does God know anything about this? "