With A Wish For Themselves To Get Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Given the keys and pointed to doors,
That those keys would unlock...
Did not for them stir excitement to happen.

People to them specifically appeared,
With valuable information to make it clear...
Complaints that had should be stopped.

Detailed were the instructions,
Where riches kept for them could be found.
With an abundance of it just laying around.

Signs erected ten feet high,
Flashed with neon to see in night skies.
And to this day every sign to them given,
From them they turn away...
For a seeking of someone to come and impress,
To convince them they sit on opportunities they neglect.
And yet...
Protest they do to get the little that is left,
They see others receive and this makes them upset.

'Who and WHERE are these people? '

Over there on their knees in repeated rituals pleading,
To be released from bondage that has left them disenfranchised.
But wanting their delusions to stay intact,
With a hope their burdens carried on their back...
Will attract those empathetic who recognize,
Their ability to endure a suffering they can not detach...
From a known historical attachment to that!
And with a wish for themselves to get as pitiful as possible.

'Why do you continue to depict them so sarcastically? '

Me?
I brought them the keys and showed them the doors to unlock.
And aggravated those with expertise to provide them with information.
We then erected the signs and decorated them with customed lights.
Only to be told what we did was not done right.
To then be oppose by those who protested...
That the directions to their treasures were not in colors,
They had requested or would suggest.

'Who and WHERE are these people? '

Over there on their knees in repeated rituals pleading,
To be released from bondage that has left them disenfranchised.
And with a wish for themselves to get as pitiful as possible.