Undecided Birth Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Undecided Birth



For what it's worth,
Many of us...
Who have come to witness life,
Here on Earth...
Had made that choice to choose.
A theory religious zealots,
And scientists may not collectively accept.
To agree upon to affect mindsets.

For what it's worth,
Others may argue in heated debates...
No mortal soul can be the master,
Of their own fate.
And from an undecided birth,
We were all born here on Earth...
With no choice from which to choose.
Or a voice to be heard that could be refused.

And...
Just how apparent with an obviousness,
That a thoughtlessness can be easily found...
As well.
Minds that are lost finding no where to dwell.
Since from an undecided birth,
These people have chosen to be...
Undecisive and thoughtless throughout history.
With a rushing into conflicts needlessly.
To leave those abuse who can make choices to choose,
Left victims of havoc they did not create.
Or can pay to eliminate to have them erased.

Yet...
Spinning in 'space' is this Earth that is populated,
With a habitating of fools allowed to rule.

For what it's worth,
Many of us...
Who have come to witness life,
Here on Earth...
Had made that choice to choose.
Although a theory of religious zealots,
And scientists may not collectively accept...
To agree upon to affect mindsets.

For what it's worth,
Others may argue in heated debates...
No mortal soul can be the master,
Of their own fate.
But yet...
Spinning in 'space' is this Earth that is populated,
With a habitating of fools allowed to rule.
Such a beautiful place being destroyed and disgraced,
By a habitating of fools allowed to rule.
As religious zealots and scientists seek,
From an undecided birth...
What is it that keeps Earth worthy enough,
To worship and be left precious as kept...
By those fanatics who have yet awakened!

'We are not here by choice.'

~But you have chosen destruction and conflict.
Chaos, divisiveness and deceit to create evil.
Choices you have made since your arrival.
To do it to prove...
What?
You can effectively represent idiots, demons?
Fools, misfits, lovers of conflict?
Or all of the above? ~

Wednesday, May 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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