(the) ...Speed Of The Spin Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Creating any conflict.
Strategically planned.
And with a giving to command them,
Permitted not to end.
Then after depicting,
The ones chosen to inflict.
As enemies to insist.
Attempts begin to negotiate,
A ceasing of retaliation...
Not to expect but yet began.

Rushing with determined purpose,
To have those clueless to perceive...
The doers of misdeeds,
Only have peaceful intentions wished.
And not ongoing hypocrisy.
Misunderstood as a custom.
Done to deceive.

And this familiarity,
Leaves many accepting to believe...
An heroic deed again deserves,
Undivided attention given.
With a celebration received and served.
That continues to protect,
A different kind of 'psycho' approach.
Intentionally enforced,
Upon unconscious mentalities...
Left to flaunt about and boast.

"Whew!
I've got to sit.
This is making me dizzy.
My head is about to split."

-What is it that makes you so dizzy?
Making your head feel as if to split.-

"The speed of the spin.
I don't know if I can take,
Much more of it."

-I'm surprised you're not use to it.
Especially by now.
Although the spinning does seem,
To be getting faster each day.
Can't you pretend and applaud,
Like the rest of us made crazed.-

"No!
That kind of madness to pretend,
Has convinced me my headaches...
To permit them will not end."

-Where are you going.
Crawling on your knees like that.-

"Ssshhh.
I don't want my loyalty,
To truth and honesty...
Considered to be unpatriotic.
To then give anyone reason,
I betray their beliefs.
Continue to applaud.
I don't want to distract.
To then be attack.
Ssshhh.
I'll call you later."