What Is There To Gain? Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

What promises come with stress?
What kind of happiness associates itself with pain?
Why aren't misgivings honestly addressed?
What is there to gain when one has these aims?

There are goals some set to protect themselves,
For fear of judgements they too quickly pass.
Egos taxed with each jurisdiction...
Hoping actions to vote will represent a task that lasts!

Tricked by wicked politicians...
And a way of life bearing less fruits!
As the quality of pursuits,
Exposes nothing but another round of vicious lawsuits.

And this is what is missed in societies trying to ignore this?
Any fool limping in agony...
Isn't wishing in secret this obstruction remains!

What promises come with stress?
What kind of happiness associates itself with pain?
Why aren't misgivings honestly addressed?
What is there to gain when one has these aims?

Nothing on the horizon comes with a quick fix bliss!
And yet people are alarmed...
There are armed terrorists 'suspected' to exist!
Cat and mouse games played like cowboys tracking indians...
Only make sense to those employed making fences.
And even when they are made...
Enemies created,
Are inspected first...
For what they have worth,
That is not bartered but taken as fair trade!

Why is this mess being tolerated and made?
And 'who' is actually smiling...
Planting this duress and getting richly paid!

What promises come with stress?
What kind of happiness associates itself with pain?
Why aren't misgivings honestly addressed?
What is there to gain when one has these aims?