Hostile Craze Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Can a reversing of decay,
Prevent more to pay...
The ultimate price that's paid,
To have innocent lives...
Protected and kept unaffected,
While those who adore...
Playing games of war,
Ignore warnings displayed...
Coast to coast.
And on all shores.

Who is it that sits to get,
Their ego massaged.
And patted on the back.
For their vanity to have...
While being fanned,
Under a canopy.
Accepting praise.
To cause a hostile craze.

No one should feel honored,
To have caused and initiated...
Divisions of hate.
With attempts to convince,
Fences made they've created...
Isolates their obtained to fade
Greatness...
Had not been a dependentcy,
Upon others to deplete.
With a doing to greed,
Their own exclusive feeding.

Who is it that continues,
To fake the making,
Of a hostile craze.
Deluding the truth to abuse it.
To deceive and have this stay.
Who is it that declares,
Greatness to have is only... Theirs.
Alone to condone,
Divisions they've made.
To have it perceive,
Themselves to be independent.
And not the leeches,
Entitled to do to whomever...
They please.
As others accept,
The spreading of their diseased
Mentalities.

This hostile craze,
That has approved decay.
Has begun to isolate,
The culprits!
And their evil ways.
This,
Hostile craze...
May today portray a power.
But the hour comes,
For the ones who witness...
Sick minds diminished.
And their hostile craze created
Ends.