The Other Side Of These Lies Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

What a task it has become,
The minding of one's own business done.
Unsolicited opinions,
Given to suspect...
Those preferring to live their lives,
Without announcing what they do.
Ortheir each step made,
With an attached 'selfie'...
Done to provide,
Where they are and will do next.
And privacy to wish it,
Can not be expressed enough to offend.
When some begin to question why,
Would someone request their privacy.
Unless,
They have something to hide.
Like,
Being alone to enjoy their peace.
And who would do that?
By using such a ridiculous,
Alibi to suspect an obvious coverup...
That has nothing to do,
With staying at home just to get rest.
Comeon!
Who today does that to protect?
Getting rest?
And alone.
With no one else to confirm it?
Yeah, right?
And I'm building a bridge.
To get on the other side of these lies.