It Should Disturb Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

It should disturb.
Those still conscious and observant.
Watching in disbelief,
A methodic and systematic crumbling...
Of an established foundation.
Torn apart into shreds.
By those with mouths closed.
Hitting their heads against.
What had been for centuries cemented.
In beliefs,
To follow faithfully.
With documentation meant.

It should disturb.
Those still conscious and observant.
How one who stands apart,
From others elected.
But allowed to rip the very heart,
Of the meaning of justice from where it started.
Just to please one mentally unfit to lead.
And obviously seething,
With internal self defeating insecurities.
Unable to smother.
Although seen with every breath released.

This should disturb.
Anyone claiming to remain conscious.
Anyone claiming to be observant.
As to who has inflicted division and conflict.
Manifested to thrive.
With a doing to permit.
While spewing deception.
And cleverly told lies.

It should disturb.
This thoughtless pettiness,
From a childish mind...
That has yet made one step,
Into an adulthood.
Others who have aged from others to expect.
But there are exceptions to such rules.
Proven by one deluded.
And to taught to create the making of fools.

It should disturb and perturb highly,
Those conscious of mind to discover and find.
One to have been selected and picked,
Over others more confident.
And emotionally equipped with competence.
To represent the best of their interests.
Instead of one distinguished.
In providing and delivering embarrassment.
And not only to those feeding on delusions.
Self imposed to fantasize.
But also to all,
Daring to call themselves patriots.
Who have committed their lives,
To values and ideals to maintain.

And yet...
It should disturb,
Many possessing a quality of life,
Distressed and getting less...
Apparent to realize.
This should upset,
Those who profess...
To be among the majority.

It should,
From them be heard more to express.
Their regrets for participating,
In a mess that has left them...
Chasing images that impress.
Leaving nothing else to offer,
But deception, corruption.
And one with an ego,
Determined to feast selfishly.
Upon this wish to feed,
An exclusive feasting.

While duping the many, if not all,
Into believing one to be an angel.
Or a misunderstood giving philanthropist.
And not the crooked evil demon.
They follow.
In the footsteps.
Placed.
By one known to acquire,
An ability cloak their misdeeds to deceive.
To ultimately leave.
Even those most loyal,
Behind successfully undermined!

It should disturb,
Anyone left still conscious.
And yet...
So many are blinded,
By the attention bling to them brings.
Regardless if the truth of it,
Is based upon a faked performance of reality!
Occupying to live,
In mindless heads kept fed!