Untitled Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

In the midst of a witnessed great divide.
With the truth to know it to be and see.
Criticized in a way,
Finding words to describe and title this.
Is best to leave untitled.
Since the doing of it these days,
Becomes a pointless effort to endeavor it.

On the one side of this divide,
Are those who can not decide.
If what is presented represents reality.
And standing nearby with tears in their eyes.
Are the ones who clearly see,
Their disbelief to openly vocalize.
Has become ignored to even bore,
Those too deluded and apparently hypnotized.
To see, hear and accept their lives,
Played as pawns in a game of chest.
And those who play admit they have faked,
Knowing what it takes to protect the queen.
Not the king.
One envisions alone on a throne to sit.
Surrounded by adulation.
And the sounds coming from a huge crowd.
Verified by numbers.
Exaggerated to please the thirsting of one's ego.