poet Lawrence S. Pertillar

Lawrence S. Pertillar

Nothing Left To Auction

Those who hated,
Now find themselves to be naked.
And..
Without escapes,
To re-address a fate that awaits.

Isolated and outraged,
By their own selfish ways...
And now naked.
Those who hated can't fake it.
Or look for those escapes...
That chased away,
The others from the gates.

They now are naked!
Together and can't fake it.
Those with time to hate...
Isolated and outraged,
By their own selfish ways...
Now themselves so naked.
Discriminated and hated.

'Our things are gone,
There's nothing left to auction.'

Now themselves so naked.
Discriminated and hated.
Isolated and outraged.
By their own selfish ways.

'Our things are gone,
There's nothing left to auction.'

Poem Submitted: Friday, November 16, 2012
Poem Edited: Saturday, November 17, 2012

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