In It Deep Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Statements to make them,
In a poetic form to present.
Some may overlook the content.
For a preference to find and define,
Whether what is written is in prose...
Or some other category to explain,
To impress with a collegic intelligence.

And there are others,
Who are writers.
To let others decide,
How the content should be structured.
In comparison to those who wrote,
Thoughts they had centuries ago.
Long before expressing intelligence,
Required the approval...
Of first being accepted,
In the 'educational industry'.

No one living in these upheaval days,
Should be attempting to defend...
A keeping of a disbelief,
How seriously addicting deception can be.
And not realize,
We are all in this 'thing' together.
In it deep we are.
Whether to charade in masquerade.
Or parade pretensions to sell them.

I, myself, had to stop to think.
If my faith kept is strong?
As I say it has been to continue on.
Then why is it,
Do I take the time arguing with others.
Also claiming they pray each day.
Yet...
To 'Who' and for 'What' or 'Why',
No one can say.

But no one will admit,
When was it...
They stopped to allow,
To let God have 'HIS' way.
Without interfering to quote a scripture.
To give their interpretation,
Of a life to live.
Without imitating an impression to make.

Then to claim...
They know better what it is God wishes.
With an argument to start.
And more than likely inside of a church.
After listening to a sermon.
As all heads nod in agreement,
To not what is being said.
But to the pleasing of a performance,
A 'fired up' preacher delivers.
Depicting their own battles with demons.
Sitting self righteously in the pews!