Rotten Peaches Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Deep down where the truth is felt.
Many can't accept it.
Left to keep it disrespected.
But it's deep down,
Where the truth is kept.
To have it one day,
Be revealed.
For what the truth is.
Known to be real,
How easy it has been...
That one lie to tell by liars,
Can affect to infest...
Those with good intentions to deceive.

"Question? "

-Yes! -

"Is it a possibility,
That an entire orchard of peaches.
And not just one tree.
Discovered to be all rotten?
Could have them impeached.
Leaving every tree barren? "


-Hmmm.
Every tree.
And every branch of those trees.
Impeached.
Removed from places,
Where they sat attached.

Hmmm...
That is a good question.
I've heard one bad apple,
Can spoil a barrel of them.
But rare it would be...
That an entire orchard of peaches,
Would have all of them be that rotten.

Unless...
One to go undetected,
Had been planted and not suspected...
To have had the capability,
Of spreading a disease.
Unlike any ever known to have grown before! -