Lawrence S. Pertillar
Stumbles Like Tumbleweeds - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Land of lost realities.
And it is difficult to shake,
The people awake.
Those who trusted,
With a faith no one could break!
They have long been fed deceit.
For too long they have been kept asleep.
And the visions confronting them,
They can not believe.
They can not perceive...
Their way of life,
Stumbles like tumbleweeds.
And anyone who insisted...
A standard and quality from them drifted,
Just like the times for them now that exist.
Shifting like an earthquake,
That startles quick with splits.
But they can not conceive...
What has been taken for granted,
Now from them leaves.
Like the changing colors in Autumn on trees.
Changing from Summer so dramatically.
And keeping they do an hypocriscy...
Sitting with them to grieve.
As victims from self inflicted wounds to bleed.
Like those 'other' people did...
Once witnessed in the comfort,
Of their homes on TV!
Homes now foreclosed.
And from a time that use to be!
A time now suddenly more like a fantasy.
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