Profit Prophets Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Money is such a value to obtain.
With it proritized,
Than breath to breathe.
Or a pandemic.
Not threatening but producing death.
And still there are many,
Refusing what they witness.
Whether confirmed to see this,
On TV or not.
Or to suffer themselves,
From symptoms to disbelieve.

Since it is the profit prophets.
And their ability to squeeze,
Mentalities of a consciousness.
Done successfully.
Proving common sense once to use,
No longer exists for the many who insist...
Their normalcy and entitlements to get,
Have them made to fear and accept...
The presence of reality.
And this reality they've been told to reject.
Since this nonsense prevents,
Them doing as they please.
Even if the choice is theirs,
To disease each other...
Close friends and families.

Yet...
It's about the money.
It's about impressions to make.
And it's the power of kept delusions,
Enabling death if it is a must...
To more appreciate and lust,
Than life itself.
Distrusted by the profit prophets.
Declaring truth and the reality of it,
A hoax.