These Are New Days We Live Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Difficult it is,
To maintain a persona...
Of righteousness.
With a squeaky clean integrity.
When one has been revealed to be...
An abuser of truth,
Who tell lies consistently.

Difficult it is,
To use the same tired tactics.
When one has been discovered,
To have been undermining others.
With no shame connected to it!

How can someone like this,
Retrieve a dignity?
Or come face to face...
With those backstabbed and disgraced?

How can anyone replace,
So much time 'wasted'?

Difficult it is,
To maintain a persona...
Of righteousness.
With a squeaky clean integrity.
When one has been revealed to be...
An abuser of truth,
Who tell lies consistently.

And lives a life that secretly deceives.

There is only one alternative,
Someone like this chooses...
When that 'cat-has-been-pulled-out-of-the-bag'!
Although,
The fact of the act of this is quite sad!

And a running away to hide is done.
To protect one's pride...
In familiarized denial!
That's it.
One puts oneself on trial.
To self inflict their own judgements.
That's it!
To run and hide has become their custom.

Too many people like this,
Can be observed as mentally sick!

And too many people like this...
Have gotten away with it.
In the past.
But these are new days we live!
Revelations like these eventually heal.

With no patience left,
To give time to those who slander and kill...
Minds!
At the expense to fulfill their own 'will'.