Injustice Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

We do ourselves the injustice.
When a looking away from misdeeds.
We do ourselves the injustice.
Just to please,
An accepted conformity.

We do ourselves the injustice.
When a looking away from misdeeds.
We do ourselves the injustice.
As a quality of life,
Decreases to deplete.
To delete our wants, wishes...
And needs to be dismissed.

Too many sitting on fences are afraid
To say...
Exactly what's on their minds,
Today.
Yet will complain in whispers heard,
Not to disturb with comments meant.
That might represent,
How they feel.
But,
Taking a stand...
They refuse to reveal.

Upset with their communities.
And how their leaders can't seem,
To lead.
Yet over others they made the choice,
To think their unheard voices...
Would be represented.

No wheel one takes time to grease,
Gets the attention!
Anyone who leaves to grieve,
Over what's left to get...
Should not expect more,
If it has not been...
Appropriately expressed to address.

We do ourselves the injustice,
By assuming someone else...
Lives to make it understood,
What we can't comprehend...
With a desire to understand,
That we do ourselves the injustice.
With beliefs others,
Are more responsible to live...
Our lives to do as we supervise.
Watch and from distances complain.