Pests Of Wreckage Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Ignored completely naked.
And seen to be,
The cause of wreckage.
Done to allow to do effective,
A mess with this accepted.

These pests of wreckage,
Neglected yet to represent...
A lack of discipline.
And the absence of respect.

Ignored yet naked.
And cleared of paths to walk.
As if permission to them given,
Whom they choose...
To abuse and stalk.
Without blame to find a fault.

These pests of wreckage,
Corrupting democracy.
And led by one,
Picked and selected...
Directing their misdeeds.

These pests of wreckage,
Out to destroy humanity.
To do their domestic violence,
With this done.
And when they please.

Homebred enemies.
Protected pests of wreckage.
Home fed enemies.
Protected is their violence.
With an entertaining silence.

Pests of wreckage.
Ignored and left protected.
And seen to witness,
All their damage...
Accepted!
Homebred enemies.
Out in the open and accepted!
Home fed enemies.
Entitled to do their wreckage!
Domestic bred,
These pests they be.
Out in the open naked.
For all to see.
Destroying humanity.
And...
Democracy!

Homebred enemies.
Effective pests of wreckage.
They are homebred enemies.
Denied.
But their wreckage is effective!
Denied.
But their havoc is effective!