Progress! Recreated Made Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Removing a core,
Of planted rotten seeds.
Surgically.
Undercover.
To prevent the doing seen,
Publicly.
May not be the best way,
To have this procedure...
Completely eliminate,
The effect this disease has been.
Without the people,
Made to face reality.
And the truth of it.
Allowed to manifest to infect,
Their mentalities to accept...
A protecting a dysfunction,
Has its benefits to defend.
When proof of seeds,
Planted to disease...
The consciousness of normalcy,
Has gone from minds...
Addicted to destroy,
A way of life...
Fantasized to delude,
An entertaining of fiction.
To believe it can be remade,
With them directed...
And instructed,
By a few crazed and raised...
On conflict and destruction.
To believe what they do,
Is progress to create it made...
In ways they only know,
A sickness to have...
With havoc had!