The Power Of God Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

They do not understand.
They actually believe,
They can continue to bleed...
From that which has created them.
To procure an enduring satisfaction!

That this Earth is not a living cell,
And 'spirits' who have not chosen to be born...
Are watching them in production,
Perfecting their own spice of life...
Diced with hell!

They do not understand...
How all here is connected.
And 'Mother Nature' has grown tired,
Of their thoughtless infestation.
Neglect and disrespect...
To manifest their own condemnation!

But somehow,
And very soon...
All of this mistreatment,
Is going to leave many traumatized...
With realities no one can research!
Or change in thought in the most prestigious
Of costly ivy league schools...
Sought to pool their 'knowledge'.

The training of conditioned fools...
Is not what is gradually taking place.
And 'that' will not be professed,
From any lectern!
Or pulpit...
For congregations to digest!
By anyone declaring,
Their doctorate degree!
And success achieved.
Obtain to fulfill requirements...
To be stamp and approved,
As highly conditioned...
For abundant limitation!

Sensations beyond description,
Have been prescribe to be delivered.
And no man...
Or woman,
Prepared for intellectualizing life...
Will find they have been qualified to do it!

What comes,
Has nothing to do with manipulation...
As taught!
Not for purposes to grandstand,
The power of God.