I give little thought these fast changing days,
As to why more people seem to be crazed.
The evidence of acceptance to tolerate decadence,
Has been fed to a mindset...
With no stopping to end its appearance or existence.
And the more people talk about morality and rights,
Diminished is the quality of a life once valued...
By those upholding beliefs,
They are entitled to free speech to do what they like.
Even if this means lowering standards to enjoy filth,
With an appetizing on blight.
And I remember the days when those crazed offended.
But today they are defended as representing a 'normalcy'.
While those who had been ostracized,
For being misfits, nonconformists, weirdos and mavericks...
Are now preferring to keep their distance.
To be labelled either sensitive, indifferent, aloof or selfish.
As I observe the madness to see it for what it is,
I realize with my mind focused and eyes wide and clear...
My dysfunctional upbringing I use to deny...
I now recognize as a blessing.
Thank you God for allowing me to maneuver through,
Every aspect of identifiable nonsense exposed and shown,
For whatever 'unseen' reason gone unnoticed,
By those with minds either empty or unfocused.
Lawrence S. Pertillar
Topic(s) of this poem: reality