Paralyzed And Iced Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

What's frivolous sticks.
What's serious...
Is picked to bits.
Estranged...
Is a commonness.
Deranged...
Are minds.

And kept divisive,
Are people accepting crisis.
People keeping secret wants and needs,
Under lock and key.

Divisive!
Accusations everyday that are made.
Accusations keeping people separated,
From a truth few people display.

Divisive!
No one seems to show devotion.
No one seems to show emotion.
No one wants to be exposed.

What's frivolous sticks.
What's serious...
Is picked to bits.
Estranged...
Is a commonness.
Deranged...
Are minds.

And kept divisive,
Are people accepting crisis.
People keeping secret wants and needs,
Under lock and key.

Divisive!
Accusations everyday that are made.
Accusations keeping people separated,
From a truth few people display.

Divisive!
With more shoulders that are cold.
Divisive!
Like a robot controlled.
Divisive!
So many painful souls,
Divisive!
And paralyzed.
Divisive!
Like a robot controlled.
Divisive!
So many painful souls,
Divisive!
With shoulders cold,
And iced.

Divisive!
Paralyzed and iced.
Divisive!
Paralyzed and iced.