Infinite Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Few have been heard,
Arguing over what is infinite.
Identity.
And who represents this best.
Regardless if it is addressed,
Confessed.
Or perceived it mentioned.
As a way to impress.

Yet excuses to make,
Heard to accuse and blame others...
For being the cause and reason,
Someone decides they have been victimized...
With attempts to try using,
The same tactics marinated in aged alibis.
Heard to accuse and blame others,
Indefinitely to prolong to go on.

As if limitless is their foolishness.
Determined to have this witnessed.
And...
Expected to be tolerated.
Yes!
From one generation to the next.
And proud to display an ignorance...
Convinced it is part of their heritage.

Proving...
There will be no ending to ignorance.
It remains with all of us.
Helplessly caught up,
In this never to end 'phenomenon'.