Not Of Matched And Mated Souls Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Should one who speaks with malice,
Be expected to understand...
After saying something that offends,
And then grandstands in a public reprimand?

Should love forgive and let live again?

Is it okay when one of upperclass...
Degrade the ones who keep them paid,
By making comments said to demean
And with such esteem and crass!
It makes no difference who they are...
When tirades spoken.
Are just small tokens.
Of the dark and depthness...
A deftness honed to spew,
From an uncloaked shattered past
Without class and viewed.

Someone with these memories,
Burns inside with hate...
And the venom that boils within their hearts,
Will never change with condolences they make!
They are not of matched and mated souls!
Something has left a hole in them,
Nibbling to destroy and eat their bleak fates!