Mistaken Reflections Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Some seem to be born,
More curious to wonder.
About their differentness.
And done to do,
Whether known or made aware of it.

Others with mistaken reflections wish,
To enforce their dislikes.
Upon those they choose.
For the purpose to be noticed.
By comparing themselves.
As if to select books from shelves.
Only to pick the ones,
With impressive covers.
To leave others untouched.
Their covers don't impress that much.

Wrapped up in impressions made.
To give a quick glance.
Before stepping away.
With no interest taken.
But appearances are judged.
Based upon the colors of covers.
And where they are on display.

Wrapped up without facts.
Or taking opportunity to probe.
Although depending upon revelations,
Those who assume.
But don't themselves know.
That qualifies them to compose.

Their only interest is to depict.
And sell to be sold,
Reflections of realities.
To imitate and show them bold.
And to prevent,
Truth and its availability.
With it to market covered in dust.
As if the contents no one should trust.