The Alternative Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The alternative at times,
Just sits.
In minds refusing to consider this.
As if its involvement,
Has no use or benefit.

But 'if' the alternative did not exist,
By those who choose to advocate it...
A diagnosis made to a thought process,
Would limit the progress of 'any' advancement...
For those preferring only darkness permitted.

And many do choose,
To refuse to be enlightened.
In the fear that this might,
Add light to their insight.
Or force them to endorse change.