The Price To Pay Is High Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Stubbornly denying,
They are dieing.
And killing themselves.
Doing it with shovels to them given.
As they await for the words heard,
"Begin to dig your own graves.
And whoever does this quicker,
Wins to be a hero.
Done to announce their bravery.
Under a blinding confetti parade."

Can this spell of deception,
Ever come to an end.
Have people become,
That distrustful of truth.
To follow and allow,
Criminal minds who fraud and dupe...
Become their leaders.
And game players too!
Even in the midst,
Of a death to leave it witnessed pandemic.
Many are made to disbelieve,
The reality of it.
As if a movie to see to rate its quality!

"What am I suppose to do with this mask?
I'd rather have 3-D glasses."

-This is not a movie.-

"Then why is the price to pay so high? "