This Has Never Been Rare Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Incite,
They do.
With a barricade...
To masquerade insecurities.

It took overnight,
To fight themselves...
Over their rights!

And a greed that now sees them seething...
With heated breath felt,
Close to the nose of those they chose.

They see themselves as enemies.
Distrusted with beliefs...
That their way of life was jeopardized,
By those that despised them.

But none could do that better,
Than they do it...
To themselves!

Incite,
They do.
With a barricade...
To masquerade insecurities.
And threats like these...
They defend,
With an absence of common sense...
So obvious everywhere.

And this has never been rare.
It has not been adopted,
To address as an issue.
Sensitivities keep them conflicted.