To Echo Through Vacant Heads Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Little sense does it make.
To have an abundance of hindsight.
With time to take on this to waste.
Or on it to spend,
Debating actions not put into place.

Concentrating on those do's and don'ts,
Of decades gone with wishes to have...
What could have been had.
May today keep many reminiscing.
With eyes opened wider.
But the ears to use what is heard to hear,
Listening to understand and comprehend?
From one ear to the other?
Still goes to echo through vacant heads.

Without words being said.
Or imagine to have heard.
Left droning on in repetition.
Left nothing understood or questioned,
If there had been something...
Thought to have happened.
Or jump to conclusions to assume.

"I apologize.
But...
Who has a stimulating package?
And who is obligated,
To pass it with extended benefits?
As serious as these times are,
You all can't get your minds...
Out of the gutter! "

-We are talking about,
What has to be done...
For all of the people.-

"That is the problem.
Too much decadence,
Got everybody in this crisis...
In the first place."