Intemperance Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Intemperance.
And intoxicated with self importance.
Is a trait many insecure.
That feeds a division.
Bigotry, racism and indifference pours.
Upon those enforce to tolerate and endure.
The ones proving themselves,
To be mentally immature.
Taught and accept to believe,
Their footsteps are followed.
Wherever they are placed.
And on any shore.

Well...
'This' experience of life,
Bestowed and blessed with it to get.
Is not all about me or you or anyone else.
'This It' we've been given is about us.
Telling someone what they are not.
For the purpose to have them believe,
Their contribution to humanity...
Is unimportant as a need.
And insignificant to receive.
Those statements are made,
By ones insecure.
Wishing for attention to get and more.

So...
What is it,
Is 'This It'?
To perceive one gets.
While others should be dismissed.
Perhaps it's a stretch,
To lower our noses.
And using our heads with necks to turn.
While opening our eyes and ears to learn.
With it to agree,
What is needed is to stop...
Perceiving to believe,
What another does to do.
May not be about me or you.
With a doing done to judge or qualify.
But for someone else,
Welcoming a doing for them that comes.
To then share with all of us.
A part of 'This' that is.
Done later to exclaim,
What it was to receive with a benefit of it.

Intemperance.
An intoxication of self important.
And a trait of someone,
Too insecure to endure...
Being a human.
Or a human unable to accept,
Being one.
Without praise to be lavished.
Or attention to get.
Not being the center of it.