Tribal Instincts Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Nothing created man-made.
Imitated with this to present,
A greatness to have invented it.
An innovation to update its origin,
Remains an imitation.
With a quality diminished.
Degraded until it eventually fades.
Like the truth of facts to distort them.
Overtime to symbolize with images to idolize.
Constructed in concrete.
And repeatedly in minds instilled,
To ensure the pledging...
Of false kept beliefs.
Historically accepted.
As truth although centuries deceived.

However...
Everlasting,
Are those with tribal instincts.
Inherited from ancestors.
Gone.
From physical appearances.
Yet their 'spirits' live on.
In dimensions beyond.

"From a planted seed,
And each phase of your life...
You will keep reaching,
Towards the Universe thirsting.
With embedded and kept tribal instincts.
Only that which has blessed you,
To experience and witness this life to live.
Fulfilling your every need.
Your every wish to want and dream.

Do not...
Abandon your faith.
Do not...
Allow yourself to become teased,
Or infatuated.
By deceiving temporary forgettable plearsures.
'We'...
Are here to know,
The truth of your desires.
'We'...
Are here to know,
Those obstacles and challenges you face.
Attempting to replace your faith.
To weaken and control.
Done to recruit you to a doing of misdeeds.
Your faith maintained,
Will keep you focused.
Your faith maintained,
Will keep you strengthened."