Mad At Last Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

It's sad when truth fails to be recognized.
To speak it is detrimental.
Those holding onto it are treated as traitors.
A structured belief system is crumbling.
The Infrastructure is stressed from neglect.
A forever in plastic face lifts,
With a nip and tuck to remove signs of reality
Is getting cheaper.
Diseased minds are crazed.
Lieing is the rage and accepted.
The fear of being human is fading.
Truth is being degraded into negativity!
Prisons are overcrowded...
Filled to the brim!
People are denying they are dieing from disorders!
The insane are begging for police to protect them...
From their own children!
And preachers are selling fraud,
To live tax free.
As they sweat in silk suits dancing on pulpits!
Madness is churning madness!
The strings of puppets are burning fast!
We are removed from comforts known in the past!
Madness is here!
Free to be mad!
Thanks be to the shoddy in everybody!
We are all here today and mad at last!