Party Pooper Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

A digging of a trench,
Believed to prevent...
A continuance of corruption,
From increasing the violence and crime...
To convince with a digging of a deeper trench,
Will effectively stop the consenting permitted...
That has been allowed to exist,
Can be compared to putting a bandage...
On wounds needing,
Not one or two but a few tourniquets...
For those left battered and bruised repeatedly,
As if performing a custom...
All are expected to become accustomed to it.
Yet remain bleeding profusely...
From a suffering self inflicted they have endured.
With a giving attention to addictions no one quits.
Although told to believe,
They will be rescued immediately...
If they keep digging to enable themselves,
To eventually find what it is they seek.
With a staying to pray faithfully,
For that day to come that guarantees relief.

'Uh...
I don't want to be the one,
Thought to be a party pooper.
But how are those going to rescue us,
If we accept a digging into a deepened darkness? '

~You are right.
This is no place for a party pooper.
Or someone demanding batteries for a flashlight.
Either you dig and bleed with us in unity!
Or you leave and take with you a commitment.~