Lawrence S. Pertillar
Unravelling Traveling - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
It is not difficult witnessing,
The unravelling traveling...
Throughout the world.
Delivering misfit passengers,
Wherever the destination.
To have their unexpected visits,
By those in disbelief receiving...
And undiscovered realities.
Here, there and everywhere left staring,
At the tantrums of phantoms...
Cloaked to disguise their evil deeds.
And like spoiled children in public acts,
Are their performances to attract,
An attention that shocks.
Stopping everyone in their tracks.
With eyes pooped and jaws dropped.
And those onboard who have seen it before,
For what it is repeatedly...
To say something about it,
No longer they can ignore.
Yet still referred as being negative people.
Making simple isolated incidents,
More than what they are.
And as if they have increased.
To create a tension unnecessarily.
'We all are living in days,
When those considered once normal...
Seem not to mind being depicted crazed.
And others already denying their dysfunctions,
Have begun to display a clear mental crisis.
No one can delude to think it will go away.'
What apparently is just a 'few' people...
Unfortunately caught having a bad day.
And some of us who are positive,
Refuse to see it any other way.~
'And that's why you,
Rather sit and ignore it?
The guns, the violence and the rising of crime? '
~Just because someone is dressed in camouflage,
Masked and carrying various weapons and ammunition...
Does not mean all of us should become upset,
Or suspicious of their motivation.
To misunderstand their intent.
Too many are quick to panic and pass judgement.
And that is how pointless arguments start.
Young people are seeking attention.
Every generation experiences,
Going through the same thing.
Exploring to find themselves to express in ways...
We eventually begin to understand one day.~
So all the havoc is just a passing fad? '
Tomorrow all of us will laugh,
That we took things so seriously.~
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