Refreshing Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Refreshing it is,
To hear truth again spoken.
And to know and feel,
The reality of it.

Anyone afraid to admit,
Truth to speak it...
Is a weakness to permit.
And entertain,
A beating around the bush.

To eventually use that bush,
As an excuse to allow...
The burning it down.
For the purpose to distract,
Its spreading.

Just to keep the truth,
From being revealed...
For what it is and meant to be.

So refreshing it is,
To hear truth again spoken.
And to know what has been,
Permitted to allow...
The smell of a fire started.
And finding it found,
Almost too late...
Those running away,
Attempting to escape.
In the hopes to celebrate,
A doing to trick and fool,
People gathered in protest.
Looking in another direction.
And told to believe...
Fires around them,
To begin and start...
Had begun from the inside,
Of an established foundation.
By the ones they should regard,
As their enemies threatening...
The demise,
Of their fictionalized lives.
To destroy unless,
They do their best to end it!

And...
Even though,
Many told the truth.
With evidence of this,
Produced.
Still they remain,
Defending the culprits.
Believing them loyal.
Patriots of justice.
And mistaken to be...
Skilled betrayers.
Crooks and treasonous thieves!
And...
Impossible they could be,
Entertainers of their...
Fed deceptions.