Unfit And Twisted Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

When and without an if to perceive,
Clouded skies begin to disappear.
The unfit and twisted depicted,
Will no longer be considered...
That way to have them separated,
From all who have been made crazed.
By the shade and evil ways of demons.
Demons on the scene seen diminishing.

Enlightenment comes to dawn.
With a doing to mend divisions.
And it becomes understood to comprehend,
Who had reaped the benefits...
Of labelling those unfit and twisted,
As misfits unable to conform to misdeeds.
No one will be left to hide in shadows.
No one will be left to repeat their pleas.