Stubborn. And Fixed. Like Bricks Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Not too many will,
Rush behind a loaded truck.
Rolling down a hill.
To push it up!
But...
Few today are thinking with their minds.
Today...
People using minds are rare to find.

Stubborn.
And fixed.
Like bricks.
Not to listen to what benefits.
Stubborn.
And fixed.
Like bricks.

Not too many will,
Look beyond the moment.
For possibilities to see them and receive.
Instead they'll stay to argue,
About the past.
A past already gone.
To never last.

Stubborn.
And fixed.
Like bricks.
Immovable their ignorance.
Stubborn.
And fixed.
Not to listen to what benefits.

Stubborn.
And fixed.
From decade to decade they stay,
Stubborn.
And fixed.
Like bricks.
Cemented in their ignorance.
Stubborn.
And fixed.
Immovable their ignorance.
From decade they stay to decay.
Stubborn

From decade they stay to decay.
Stubborn.

Cemented in their ignorance.
Stubborn.

And fixed.

Like bricks.