That's Messed Up Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I have never understood it.
And refuse to give my time to understand,
Why some people can gather quickly together...
To prevent the success of others.
Then have the audacity to protest the outcome done,
When their misdeeds leave them trapped...
With limited benefits to come.

I have never understood it.
And refuse to give my time to understand.
Why those accused of wanting to be successful,
Are the ones that are blamed when defeat succeeds...
By the ones protesting they suffer from the effects,
That have left their environments devastated by neglect.
And a caring once done by others seems to be less.

'What they've done is messed up, huh? '

Truth to tell them will offend.
Don't approach them with it.
They will begin to quote from biblical scriptures.
To pick the ones specifically,
That will depict themselves as being victims.

'Of what? '

After decades of witnessing this,
I'm willing to bet...
Most of them protesting have accepted it,
As part of their heritage.
Some folks can be shown how to fish...
But will argue over 'why' bait is needed to use.
And then will protest to vocally express,
The success others find in catching fish.