Sweetened Commodities Sold To Be Treats Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Threats of death,
With weapons kept to defend...
Against suspicions,
That have no end to them.
Only raises the stakes,
For tensions to continue.

Since peace is not the objective,
Barbarians choose to move forward to.
With its success in progress.
To spread with a feeling,
Known and manifested.
With a keeping of it respected to protect.

But instead used as a novelty,
To amuse those believed fools...
Who will accept death threats and weapons kept,
As only a means to keep the delusion of peace...
Alive to thrive,
As a sweetened commodity thought as a treat.
To crave until extermination has been tasted.

Those sweetened commodities sold to be treats!
Death threats.
And kept weapons.
Sweetened commodities begging to feed,
Death threats,
And kept weapons.
To believe,
Peace received...
Needs the presence of,
Death threats.
And kept weapons.
Death threats.
And kept weapons.

Those sweetened commodities sold to be treats!
Death threats.
And kept weapons.
Those sweetened commodities sold to be treats!
Death threats.
And kept weapons.
To believe,
Peace received...
Needs the presence of,
Death threats.
And kept weapons.
Death threats.
And kept weapons.