Imploding Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

A little deceit becomes bigger when done.
And divisions when begun,
Are meant to affect the obvious ones.
The homeless, hungry and illiterate.
Those receiving their assignments,
Perceive themselves 'bags of chips'.
The ones strutting around...
As if to have a few dollars more,
Gives them the right...
To demonstrate evil appetites.

Imploding from the myth,
To inflict suffering on others...
Makes one accepted in a clique.
But a ticking bomb they hold.
And in their minds this begins to show.

Imploding from the myth,
To inflict suffering on others...
Makes one accepted in a clique.
But a ticking bomb they hold.
And in their minds this begins to show.

A little deceit becomes bigger when done.
And divisions when begun,
Are meant to affect the obvious ones.
The homeless, hungry and illiterate.
Those abandoned without receiving,
Proper benefits.

And the growing of the imploding,
Begins to collapse from within.
Those who perceive they are above misdeed,
Start to get a taste of what they can not believe.
An undoing of a web they set.
That traps them in a net of regret.
To suffocate themselves until there is no breath left,
From which to breed the breathing of deceptions done.