Mutilated Is A Liberation Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

If it isn't beneficial.
And if the feeling isn't felt,
To be official but superficial...
Why do people toss and turn,
With their thoughts kicked about.
And why do these thoughts kept,
Stay to remain as doubts.

If what one receives is superficial,
But given to perceived as beneficial...
And nothing about it clicks to stick,
Why kick about those thoughts with doubts?
Why is satisfaction sought,
When eyes are wiped from tears falling out.

Mutilated is a liberation.
Separating hearts and minds from it.
Mutilated is a liberation.
Severing but leaving little bits of it.
Mutlilated is a liberation.
With some getting none to benefit.
Mutilated is a liberation.
Sliced and diced until it ceases.
And from the people all of it squeezed.
But the people on their knees are kept deceived.

Mutilated is a liberation.
Separating hearts and minds from it.
Mutilated is a liberation.
Severing but leaving little bits of it.
Mutlilated is a liberation.
With some getting none to benefit.
Mutilated is a liberation.
Sliced and diced until it ceases.
And from the people all of it squeezed.
But the people on their knees are kept deceived.

If it isn't beneficial.
And if the feeling isn't felt,
To be official but superficial...
Why do people toss and turn,
With their thoughts kicked about.
And why do these thoughts kept,
Stay to remain as doubts.

Mutilated is a liberation.
Severing but leaving little bits of it.
Mutilated is a liberation.
With some getting none to benefit.
Mutilated is a liberation.
Separating hearts and minds from it.
Mutilated is a liberation.
But the people on their knees are kept deceived.
Mutilated is a liberation.
And from the people all of it squeezed.
Sliced and diced until it ceases.
Mutilated is a liberation.
Sliced and diced until it ceases.
Mutilated is a liberation.
And from the people all of it squeezed.
Sliced and diced until it ceases.
Mutilated is a liberation.
Sliced and diced until it ceases.