Just To Stay Humble Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Who today, yesterday or days before.
Had been born attached,
With strings to be puppeted.
And a head crafted.
Made from wood or plastic.

We all have been blessed,
With gifts of various talents.
To receive and get them.
Whether acknowledged or not.
To pursue them or stop.
Yet...
There are those who decide,
Where talents to have should be exhibited.
Talents from God,
Given to display in ways one wishes.
And who are 'they' to choose and decide,
To restrict what is perceived unappropriate.
With a censoring done.
As if they were chosen to speak for
everyone.
To replicate and demonstrate,
An imitation of life that never existed.
But captured by painters.
Artists depicting their idealistic visions.
And poets who wrote,
With words to appease...
Imaginations of a few folks.
Romanticizing times revisited to find,
Only in their minds.

If God did not bless us,
With gifts of talent.
To realize and permit the reality of this.
They would not be displayed in ways,
That are abundant, different and unlimited.
Since God did not create life and all that lives,
Born attached to strings.
Just to stay humble and controlled.
To then become manipulated,
By a dim witted ventriloquist.
Who may be the one dumbed down.
With it done to believe,
To know what it is that God intends.
As if a commitment to pretensions,
Is their talent and gift...
God blessed them with to bestow.
And remaining humble and obedient,
Is what they know to show...
God not only wishes but also approves.

"Who are these programmable dummies? "

Sssshhh.
Not here.
We are out numbered.
Keep your head bowed.
Listen. Learn.
And attempt to be receptive.

"For how long? "