Hostile Energy Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Where does it end.
The process of confusion.
And promoting racial division.
When did it start.
A creation of hatred.
From a spark that has provoked,
Those of peace to be jolted.

None of this would exist.
If not marketed for profits.
To benefit the ones engaged in conflicts.
And the wealth of it achieved.
After rebuilding from destruction,
Pockets are filled.
By a strategic planning planted,
To disguise the wicked.
And their successful,
Implementation of such misdeeds.

Where does it end.
A wickedness to pick it.
To think it benefits.
Where does it end.
Deceivers believed,
By those instructed subliminally...
To ignite infighting to incite.
Nightly and in broad daylight.

Where does it end?
What is in the minds of those,
Dining on crime deeply fried in corruption.
While ordering refills,
Of hostile energy to sip.
Then to cheer and toast the chef,
Who suggests and makes request...
That those in attendance,
Take one of the passing cups.
Laced with cyanide.
To then insist the time has come,
For everyone to drink up.