Unaddressed Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

To be who it is someone claims to be,
Takes courage.
Little of what one says they are,
Is nourished to be encouraged.

People fear rejection.
Or a close inspection that upsets.
Instead of being happy with self confidence...
Some choose to seek approval,
With an acceptance of their footsteps.

Could this be connected,
To the mess that is today reflected?
With so much nonsense gone unaddressed...
And groups collecting to blame others,
For the lack of shown respect.
And satisfied to express in silence...
Their disappointing druthers to confess.

While a condoning of this continues to expose,
People who wish a quality of life to exist...
But caring less they produce an atmosphere of misfits.
And down the gutters their standards 'high browed'
Are watched like bystanders as this is slowly being disposed!
Allowed!
However...
Heard in heated discussions is the significance of this!
Everyone wants to project they are equipped with intelligence.
With resumés to prove they have the schooling and experience.
But for what?
To observe from glass towers eating hors d'oeuvres?
While below their own butts are being guttered?