Regardless If The Act Of It Is Avoidable Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

They don't want,
THAT direction!
They want THEIR direction.
Even though it has been shown,
Their direction
Has long been eroding.

And the installation of a brick wall,
Erected with warnings of consequences
Is beginning to chip,
From their constant banging against it.
A collective stubornness insisted
Goes unheeded.

And no matter what anyone says,
About a the wall protecting them
From a fall over a cliff
They have chosen to rise against,
The presence of qualified leadership
To bulldoze their way,
Right through it!

And the moral of this?
If there is any morality left,
Significant in this decaying existence.

Whatever is said to those who don't listen,
Through the cracks many will fall.
Screaming for help,
From those they claimed appalled.

And always there are those,
Pointing their fingers at others
To accuse and blame,
For dilemmas they keep
To protect their ignorance even as they weep.
With a desire to prove
Their heads are thicker,
Than any installed wall.
Or the steep deepness of their fall.
Regardless if the act of it,
Is avoidable.