Sequestered Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

What is it that I wish to accomplish,
In ten years?
That question is easy for me to answer.

I would be so proud of myself,
If after ten years that has passed...
I still possess remnants of sanity.

And I am not strapped down in a padded cell,
By those totally out of their minds...
Proclaiming themselves to be normal.

To then lay quarantined in isolation for the rest of my life,
Resulting from remarks I made to witness as observed...
That offended the acceptance of indoctrinated madness.

'Oh.
You mean you have fears of being sequestered? '

Sequestered, separated, isolated, quarantined...
Downsized, secluded, withdrawn, censored.
Or outsourced!
What difference would it make?
If within ten years,
The process of independent thinking...
Becomes regarded as the latest discovered threat,
That upsets those who now deceive.

'So...
What are your perceptions about your prosperity? '

Are you kidding?
Do you think I would admit to any dream or wish,
I thought could be repossessed...
Because I may be willing to openly confess it?
I am doing my very best,
To live in the HERE and NOW.