Savage Mentalities Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Is there another way to undo,
Betrayal without awaiting proof
Its presence is evidence enough
An addicted connection...
Is immediately needing,
To be cut from this fixation.

Is there another way,
To forgive and forget...
An inflicted agony permitted,
By those of savage mentalities.
Also victims of taught misdeeds
Unconsciously fed to feed,
That victory sought...
Leaves humanity to bleed.
Without remorse felt to feel.
While limping away,
From proclaimed battle fields.

Is there another way,
That allows healing to begin...
Mending with intent meant?
Or has it become too late,
For those craving to taste...
More craze to validate,
A successful diseasing...
Meant to leave a few,
Basking in bunkers...
Defeated,
With precious possessions kept.
But left to suffocate slowly,
One by one as death comes...
Without needed air to breathe.
Eliminating from them enemies.
Bees, trees...
And all existence of reality.

'We found yet another,
Progressive civilized...
Existence.
Mummified.
Many are clutching onto,
Worthless gems.
And weapons apparently used,
To kill themselves.'

-How deep in the caverns,
Are you? -

'Hmmm...
Uhhh,
Maybe...
A couple hundred feet.'

-Get the gems.
And anything else,
Thought to be of value to us.-