Slaps On Aging Wrists Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Slaps On Aging Wrists



A society that initiates its own dilemmas,
And questions the mistakes it makes...
By seeking an escape from accountability.
Those they wish could be erased.
Has more than the ability to be self righteous,
On its side.

It also has a population unable to face,
The definition and meaning of maturity.
And the lack of it,
Has that society trapped in a childish mindset.
Hoping misdeeds will not receive,
No more than slaps on aging wrists!

'Your assessment is appalling! '

Tell me about it.
You have no idea how my observations,
Disgust me as well.
And...
We are all in the same boat.
Now isn't that a coincidence?

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