Inheritable Instincts Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

It does not matter on which shores,
Who follows or leads, cheats and deceives.
No...
It doesn't matter who takes or gives,
Or surprisingly receives.
When storm clouds gather to block the Sun,
To then stir up thunder and winds...
With a churning of oceans to be witnessed done.

Anyone who believes they can keep their priorities...
To themselves as they please,
Are first to run away from kept hypocrisies...
As a reality upon them begins to descend,
The moment they feel all of nature comes to threaten...
Their inheritable instincts.

And with a proving of their delusions to protect themselves,
With weapons kept to chase away their fears...
Are just as useless as their scripted fantasies.
Although...
A return to marketing their biases and divisions are restored,
Once more.
To perceive their activities have been ignored.