This Fairytale Told Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

There are two sides,
Of this fairytale told to be sold.
On one side there is a wicked witch.
On the other side there are dancing elves,
Doing nothing but being themselves.
Although done to do violently,
In an acceptance of disrespect.

And one day the wicked witch,
Was called a name she did not approve.
And the wand she threw became a stick,
To then turn into a snake.
With a venom so vicious it bit one elf.
Other dancing elves stopped to protest.
No one stated why the wicked witch was upset.

Appearing from the cracks of their excuse making lives,
Came deceivers who often despised truth to tell lies.
Defended was the name caller,
Left to die from the venom of the snake.
And the wicked witch blamed was accused of creating,
Everyone's heartbreak.
And looters then made excuses to produce more craze.

Celebrities came from all over the place.
To voice their opinions without facts to face.
They knew the dancing elves were killing themselves.
They knew such violence grew,
From everyone's inability to confront and face the truth.
And no one would claim accountability for their own actions.
But they knew someone known to be wicked,
Could always be used to attack without facts.

There are two sides,
Of this fairytale told to be sold.
On one side there is a wicked witch.
On the other side there are dancing elves,
Doing nothing but being themselves.
Although done to do violently,
In an acceptance of disrespect.

'But the wicked witch re-acted.
And did not initiate what others claim took place.'

~So what.
This has nothing to do with reality.
You know it and I know it.
And let's leave it that way.~

'But...
The witch has been unjustifiably depicted as wicked.'

~Hmmm...
You have a point.
Instead of a stick,
Let's agree she pulled out a gun.
And then fired it without being provoked.
To shoot to kill an innocent child,
Skipping down the middle of the yellow brick road.~

'YEAH.
Perfect.
I love it.'