Stunts To Pull Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Who is it to claim there is substance,
And content.
With stunts to pull.
And who is benefits and heard to admit this.
After stunts on them pulled.

Stunts to pull,
On minds done to limit...
An awareness lost of consciousness.
Already has had their progress halted.
And advancing faster,
Towards nothing left of it to have.
None to identify,
To hold onto or to grasp.
Since a living in the past,
Relying upon repeated stunts to pull.
Keeps childish minds remaining to find time,
To play games of hide and go seek.
Defeating their own future,
Not sought but kept deep in tricks.
By wolves disguised as one of the sheep.
Feasting easily,
On a manipulation of stupidity.
Allowed those hunted while they sleep.
Caring less,
They have been stunted.
By the ones who hunt and devour,
Deaden minds to prey upon as if vultures.
And prepared to pull wool over the eyes,
Of those too numb and stunted to know...
Or notice this to them done.