Predictably Pretensed Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

And here we are,
Making demands...
As if we expect to have them met!

Here we are,
After generations of standing by...
To witness our lives,
Turned upside down...
Into a complete mess expecting corrections.

Can you believe we are here right now...
Feeling upset and disrespected.
But watching every bit of what has been going on,
Go down.
Waiting for the next stimulation.
And that has always been known about us!
We are predictably pretensed,
Spoiled and delusioned.

'Get some rest,
Children.
There is a wakeup call coming.
And some of you need to be mentally prepared.
Others of you?
Well...
Do the best you can to keep up.
And 'if' you are already lost?
Forget it.'