There Is No Need To Continue My Point, Is It? Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Many...
Are their dysfunctions,
That has weakened them in envy.
With mind fed jealousies.
Conditioned they are to be attached to 'something'.
So scriptures they learn,
To quote from religious beliefs...
Faithfully.

And in a faith they stake their claims.
Yet this 'faith' maims their associations.
With a mutilation that disfigures,
Their wounded states of mind.
And observe they do others,
From a shallowness to undermine!
And that suits them fine.

Committed they say to a declared wanted unity.
With a hollowness of indentity,
To bind them into a closer knit.
And hoping something sticks that will benefit,
Their tomorrows.

But the knowledge they have and nourish upon...
Keeps them isolated in a separateness they regret.
And for generations this has deteriorated as it still sits,
In accusatory tones whispered in ears with bitterness.
From twisted and pouting lips expressed.

'They sound as if they suffer from a sickness? '

There is no need to continue my point,
Is it?
And I was the first to present my diagnosis!