Lifted To A Fever Pitch Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The sickness is being lifted to a fever pitch.
With none of it regarded as sensible,
To those of common sense.

As those of higher consciousness,
Have risen above and beyond this illness.
While those still stuck in mindsets...
Of throwing sticks and bricks,
Like 'kids' who seek attention...
By getting it with their tantrum fits.
Do not envision this chapter closing!

And this they perceive,
Will be tolerated and allowed...
With the same affect,
As expected by a spoiled child.

But the rod God uses upon them...
Comes.
And will be fierce to quiet all aggrevation.
With a welcome that stuns very soon.