This Time It Is Their Turn To Show Concern Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

They had loved the fact,
They had the power...
To stop someone in their tracks.
Power to stop someone...
Standing right where they stood at!

And today that power seems to wane from them a bit.
It seems to take the smugness from their eyes.
As their materialistic lives,
Slips from their 'privileged' lips!
Although once lifted on loans and credit!

There is a seriousness about life lived today,
That has never confronted those deluded before.
Those secluded in exclusive lifestyles...
Now with foreclosure signs on their lawns,
And doors!
Those who had hired police...
To racially profile the ones less 'elite'!
To make sure they were not ignored and followed.
Now they are the ones...
Ushered away from their vacant streets!

'God don't like ugly! '
~Am I ugly, Ma? ~
'That's just an expression! '

And today that power seems to wane from them a bit.
It seems to take the smugness from their eyes.
As their materialistic lives,
Slips from their 'privileged' lips!
And they cry the loudest at the thought of it!

'God don't like ugly!
One day it will be handled.
And justified it will be.
All of it!
Don't worry about where they are moving.
This time it is their turn to show concern!
And...
A lot of it! '