Lawrence S. Pertillar Trapped Poems

Nothing that has me trapped,
In memories passed is coming back!
No thrill I will upon myself...
Comes to repeat.
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A spider weaving a web,
Isn't doing it without a purpose.
Only that which gets trapped in it,
Suddenly becomes conscious...
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They feel the freedom to express the affects,
Of today's racism.
As technologies advance.
To leave mindsets like these...
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A well made fake it is,
To get love disguised.
And not realize,
It's far from genuine.
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Bluffed and bullied.
Shackled. Muzzeled and trapped.

What we have before us all,
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Only trapped rats,
Will make attempts...
To declare their innocence.
After being caught in the act,
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You say you don't believe in this.
Or do you believe in that.
You don't believe in a Supreme existence.
Although you do verify your presence as fact.
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When people thoughtlessly,
Trash their own streets.
And speak from mouths filled,
With garbage...
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Slow to wake up!
Too slow,
To awaken to what has been real.
Don't expect me to freeze in place.
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One day when the peasants,
Are given a 'divine' choice to dine...
On Pheasant or Squirrel!
They will choose to nurture them as pets...
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Karma trapped,
Within those casting shadows.
The time to retract from those knacks...
To ignore signs to stop,
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Excuse themselves from war they try.
As if their deeds will disappear with alibis.
With theft and segregation ties...
Lies created now stare back in their eyes.
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Such mischievious shifts,
Are keeping lights on in the empire.
Burdens of devotion begins to show
No loyalty in flight!
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