On The Edge With Lost Meaning Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Arming themselves,
With guns and fear.
Snap, crackle pop.
Dropped minds,
Nonstopping.

Inciting, backbiting threats appear.
On landscapes groomed...
With more of this looming.
And...
These are the people who pray under steeples,
With hate!
In their eyes.

These are the people who say they live lives,
That are straight.
But gutterized in hiding.
And...
These are the people with morals that others debate.
To criticize.
But gone denied.

On the edge with lost meaning,
They choose to demean.
Those who speak truth and appear on the scene.

Confused hypocrites sitting on the ledge.
Threatening to jump if their needs are not fed.

And...
These are the people who say they live lives,
That are straight.
On the edge with lost meaning.
And...
These are the people with morals that others debate.
On the edge with lost meaning.
And...
These are the people who pray under steeples,
With hate!
On the edge with lost meaning.
And...
These are the people without visions forward to make.
And have chosen to not pray with faith!

Oh oooh...
And,
These are the people who say they live lives,
That are straight.
But gutterized in hiding.
And...
These are the people with morals that others debate.
To criticize.
But gone denied.

Arming themselves,
With guns and fear.
Snap, crackle pop.
Dropped minds,
Nonstopping.

And these are the people who've chosen themselves,
To eliminate.
On the edge with lost meaning...
With no brakes applied to their fates!

Oh oooh..
NO?