Quiet Family Discussions Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

How and why,
Can anyone feel justified...
For decisions they had made.
But today,
Want to place that blame to claim,
On others to abuse.
To release their disgust and frustration.
As if tantrum throwing children.
Expecting someone else to understand.
With a picking up their mess.
And addressing their childishness,
By a hug and tears to wipe...
Away from the eyes of an adult.
In appearance alone.

Yet,
Condoning this...this...
B.S. to go on to permit it,
Does not reveal...
Only the one throwing tantrums,
To have mental issues.
The entire neighborhood,
And surrounding areas...
May have been infested with this illness,
For a number of undetectable decades.
Or...
Detected to suspect.
But thought to be better left to ignore.
Never to mention.
As if noticeable limps,
Broken arms, blackened eyes...
Swollen jaws and split lips.
Were the result,
Of a quiet and peaceful family discussion.