(the) Real Tragedy Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

No common sense is used.
Or time to it given,
To pay attention and listen.
And more obvious this becomes,
In places where those are elected...
To positions of leadership,
Represent the people...
Who would not recognize incompetence.
Or the meaning of the word.
Yet expect more than they get.
Then protest for no other reason,
Than to do what others they see...
On TV doing.
But not know why or bother to ask.

And that is the real tragedy,
Of having a mind unused.
To allow it to go to waste.
Yet...
There are so many places,
Where this waste goes unnoticed.
Just like the streets.
Battered and scattered.
With garbage and trash.
As folks walk around as if proud,
They are among those dumbed down.