Spinning To Suspend And Delude Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Disbelief?
These days we face,
Is going through...
A neck breaking whirlwind.
Of an 'Incredible To Believe' stage.
And the phases of it each day,
Are remarkably being introduced.
Performed at the highest level,
No one before has ever known.

Truth?
Is snapping dozing minds,
In a quick awakening pace.
Shaking pieces drifting back into place.
And oh...
The agony of disregarding to ignore,
With a sleeping through it can be.
Although the majority of people claim,
Themselves to be intelligent and literate.
Yet seem unable to understand or comprehend,
Messages to them sent.
To prevent the welcoming of their sorrows.

But no!
Prioritized had been a frolic to have it.
And money to spend on frivolous escapades.
Done to do,
With a spinning to suspend and delude reality.
Causing the pinch of truth,
Left to leave many butts more than just sore.
And oh...
The agony to disregard truth can be.

Disbelief?
These days?
Is going through...
A neck breaking high speeding pace,
Of an 'Incredible To Believe It' stage.
And remarkably overwhelming,
Are the phases of it being introduced...
Each day produced to witness performed,
At the highest level of deception and dishonesty.
Although incredible to believe,
Many remain entertained.
As if enough of it they can not seem to get!
Oh...
What fools we mortals be! ? .