Plummeting Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Selfish feeding,
Greed and pretense.
Plummeting.

Leechers creeping,
Doing their gentrification best...
To upscale diversity.
Have discovered this replacement,
Does not bring lasting comfort...
When severed and forced,
To abandoned...
Their own over priced nests.

Plummeting.
Impressions to make.
Noses up in the air,
Appear not there anymore.

And suburban drug pushers,
Seem less disguising themselves...
Selling their poison,
On urban streets.

Plummeting,
Are those nasty comments made.
"Go back where you come from.
If you don't like,
What is being done to you here! "


Plummeting to DUST!
The evilness of deceiving demons.
Those with standards to value,
Once trusted to keep them kept lusted.

Plummeting.
Visions of self righteousness.
And who is better than who to address.
Plummeting.
Quicker than egos,
Dropping to find humility...
A costly embarrassment.
Especially found to do,
When someone else has been living,
Rent free in their heads.
Has vacated the space.
To realize it crazed.

Plummeting swift,
From delusion to reality.
And paying every moment,
For their creation...
Of conflict, division and hate.
To keep 'those' and 'others',
In their places.
Places...
Where their tormented faces,
Seem without resources.
Or a faking to charade pretense.