Lawrence S. Pertillar
They Are Afraid They Will Not Be Fed - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Why argue with those who oppose reality?
Addicted they are to drippings,
From a rusted faucet...
Slipping out of reach.
Stereotypes is the one mindset liked.
A brand all behold as the desired preference!
And they wear these 'logos' bold.
They continue to endorse their own afflictions.
Their own welfare mentalities.
Their own victimization with insecurities.
Very few view this as a deformity of a normalty!
They are pleased to peacock and flaunt...
A defunct existence.
Why argue with people like this,
Who insist they wish to be free?
What is it that they are needing...
Besides an identity?
And 'that' has them trapped in subservience.
A condition they pray never leaves!
No matter how long they prolong their own bleeding.
Or a wake up call no one dares to heed.
They are afraid they will not be fed...
Even though most of them exist,
In blighted circumstances no one resists.
And the pleasure of this...
All has entertainment gains!
Comments about They Are Afraid They Will Not Be Fed by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You