Bad
She's so bad!
Off the hook...
And cookin'.
Once thrown to the curb.
Now much deserving of the good...
As it should be!
And triumphant!
He's so bad!
Now 'sick' and 'dope'.
The one folks gave up hope then...
On him!
Once off track.
Now back and bad!
They use to share a fifth of gin,
And drank.
Broke and busted up,
'Dunked' and 'tanked'.
Sank to lows...
It showed!
Now...
They 'be' so bad!
From sad rags to mental riches reached.
Devotees of quick highs on urban streets.
They 'be' so bad they teach...
With no need to speak,
To those who 'see'.
They move in a flow...
That exposes an inner glow,
So bad!
Bad they 'is'...
And up,
From lives not easy!
Dedicated To:
All my 'brothers' and 'sisters'
around the World who have conquered addictions
of all kinds that once left them feeling defeated!
Whether struggling on urban streets...
or isolated in surburban delusions!
Congratulations! You are to be admired!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nag 'em Back
Back from the sinking,
That kept them drinking thinking.
And feeling much defeated.
But now back on their feet!
Beat up on the streets,
With pity pleas that fed them.
Standing and now freed...
And released from pity,
That kept them pleased.
Nag 'em back!
Nag 'em back.
Removed from the traps,
That held them under attack!
They now nag back...
With their dignity intact.
Making strides with clear sharp eyes,
With lives freed of fiction...
And insecure addictions!
They nagged them back,
To get their lives.
Despite the fact,
They were criticized.
They nagged them back...
To get back on track!
And not one who had been undone...
Felt a need to apologize!
Wishing to defeat,
A struggling battle that begun!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Will Begin to Put an End to Our Cravings
For decades we have been lied to.
And for a consciousness that is absent...
This disrespect gains our affection!
It has to be witnessed to be believed...
There is an acceptance of decadence,
Seen publicly on urban streets.
Selected diseased minds squeezing life from the poor.
Bigotry displayed like trees.
As trash is poured from our suburban doors!
We all are as guilty as the restrictive fences.
To mask the defenses planned...
Shielding the onslaught of offenses.
And keeping hidden manipulation tactics!
While most of us teach our children,
To cheat to obtain college degrees.
'We are better than 'them'...
Whoever they are,
Placed on the enemy list...
Whenever 'whomever' sees that fit! '
We are equipped with fortified delusion.
And at these prices...
Look for someone rich,
To hook up with as well.
Skip a few classes,
If in school to progress.
And concentrate on getting laid!
And when that has played out and gone...
Move on!
Learn to do that first.
But...
If you meet someone Black?
And they take out weed from their backpack...
Try to find a dope connection!
Then split if you have to.
'We' can do this!
And together...
With a unity like none ever known...
We will begin to put an end,
To our cravings that once again can thrive!
With munchies by our side.
'We' can do this!
We can keep that hope alive,
To 'earmark' and demand.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Gotta Love Again
Tom Johnston
Windecor Music (BMI)
Wake up everybody
Take a good look around
There's far too many reasons
For all the troubles goin' down.
Jesus is watchin',
And the devil is alive.
Buddha is cryin',
And Allah is mystified.
Brothers killin' brothers,
And our children in the streets.
We gotta change the times
We gotta change the times.
The world is watchin', look at the shape we're in.
There ain't no doubt about it, people gotta love again.
Down on every corner
We got children sellin' dope.
Who's gonna send a message
And try to give 'em hope.
Jesus is watchin',
And the devil is alive.
Buddha is cryin',
And Allah is mystified.
Brothers killin' brothers,
And our children in the streets.
We gotta change the times
We gotta change the times.
The world is watchin', look at the shape we're in.
There ain't no doubt about it, people gotta love again.
Oh what a shame when they try to pretend.
All my brothers and sisters, people gotta love again.
Can't buy love with a paycheck,
It means nothin' to a boy and girl.
You need universal love of all mankind
To change what's wrong with the world.
The world is watchin', look at the shape we're in.
There ain't no doubt about it, people gotta love again.
Oh what a shame when they try to pretend.
All my brothers and sisters, people gotta love again.
Guest Artist
Mario Cippolina
song performed by by Doobie Brothers
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Neither 'Dope' Nor 'Sick
Too much of today's nonsense,
I carried on my heart and this had to be confronted.
It had to stop from where it started.
Although many 'ifs' I had a lot!
And those big lip kids on my block...
You know the ones,
That taunt their parents, the elders AND the cops...
Would look at me when I spoke to them.
As if I was a fossil that had rotted!
'Drop poppa.
He too old.
The words he say are molded.
Drop poppa from the mix.
He's neither 'dope' nor 'sick'.
Drop poppa.
He too old.
The words he say are from a tired soul...
And he molded.
Drop poppa from the mix.
He's neither 'dope' nor 'sick'.
Ignore that old man quick! '
I remember when dope made one loopy.
And sick meant ill.
Today these kids say 'dope' to mean 'hip'.
And being 'sick' to them puts things,
On the top of their list.
To agitate...
That's all that is!
'Drop poppa.
He too old.
The words he say are molded.
Drop poppa from the mix.
He's neither 'dope' nor 'sick'.
Drop poppa.
He too old.
The words he say are from a tired soul...
And he molded.
Drop poppa from the mix.
He's neither 'dope' nor 'sick'.
Ignore that old man quick! '
And today,
One either ages gracefully...
Or become so crazed,
Their days ar spent being fed in cages.
Or in some locked up room to gloom.
Drop poppa?
Oh it's okay if I am kicked to the curb.
Drop poppa?
Oh it's okay if I am ignored,
And left with a peace of mind I deserve.
~That's the point of wanting you all away from me.
And pull up those pants.
You look as if you're in need of a diaper change! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Honor of Deed
Raised to place their values in 'things'.
And the superficialness of looks,
With the best of false pretensions.
Very few of them have sacrificed their lives,
In the honor of deed.
Without proceeding that 'development'
With the asking for payment,
Or if an hourly fee for their activity was involved.
None would find time available.
If certain desires are not met.
And the few who are...
Available,
Busy themselves for critique,
And fashion!
AND may spend all day perfecting the 'look'!
As if in ceremony.
To welcome their own 'gorgeousness'.
No one would roll up their sleeves.
To sweat for free and purpose?
Even though the act of that,
Would aid in their survival!
These folks would rather be clothed...
Dressed to 'the nines'.
Seen strolling on urban streets looking healthy and 'fine'.
Or at least giving that perception.
Although in reality...
Many thought it distasteful to share.
Or beg for anything to eat!
If that was not done...
Like everthing done they do,
In discreet!
Note:
Dressed to the 'nines' was an expression
said in 'the day' when Black folks, Negroes...
African Americans, if you will, would dress
as if to impress and flaunt their looks. Primarily
in urban centers. Saving their best attire for Sunday.
In a respect that has drastically diminished over the years.
Today...
More are concerned with babysitting idealogies of the past.
As if not to offend the existence of disrespect.
With a condoned neglect and an acceptance of ignorance!
Of course this is an opinion...
many can not seem to erase from the 'clarity' of observation!
As well as other tragic signs of those living in denial.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Man Down
Man down...
On urban streets,
Dredging trenches
In wars that heat!
Man down...
Too aware he belongs in numbers rare!
A species who would rather stand,
Than to crawl upon the Earth...
To be thought less than the grains of sand!
Man down...
Packed to defend
Who he is from within.
Protecting in 'his' mind what's his.
Fighting back without shedding tears!
Unsatisfied he must run and hide,
From those who deny him even rights to cry!
Just to keep his 'spirits' up...
He must show he has the guts!
Man down...
Struggling as he does to remain positive!
In battle fatigues or business suits,
Discarding who feels his 'moves' are negative.
He's reminded who he is whether in loafers
Or in boots!
And all that he gives...
He has no options completely his.
When he's called to shield and shelter others,
Sacrificing an image so that all may live!
Man down...
On urban streets,
Dredging trenches
In wars that heat!
Man down...
Too aware he belongs in numbers rare!
A species who would rather stand,
Than to crawl upon the Earth...
To be thought less than the grains of sand!
And even sand blows and drifts away.
No matter who he was
When he took his stance to stay!
A man down that has gone...
Is remembered if he demands his way!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blood Brothers
Maurice white, jon lind, nicky brown & brock walsh
So my friend
Voices from the past reunite at last
Back when we grew up on the streets
The world was at our feet
Do you recall the two of us
How we used th sing when everything
Was new to us
From the time that we were old
Enough to stand
It was you and I together to the end
Oh, what our souls believe we will
Always be
Blood brothers time cant divide
What our hearts have said with a
Drop of red
Blood brothers till the end
Through these years
Time has not been kind to others left behind
These streets where you and I once played
Nothings left today
What happened to the dreams we shared
Do we just go on like it was
Never there
Do I tell you that theres hope beyond
These walls
That to help you Id do anything at all
What our souls believe we will
Always be
Blood brothers time cant divide
What our hearts have said with a
Drop of red
Blood brothers, the bond we made never
Will break
Blood brothers to the end
song performed by by Earth Wind And Fire
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Rebellista
I've been called a rebellista.
Because I protest,
The affects of...
Subliminally applied,
Genocide.
And I am fated to be labelled.
As my activities are criticized.
My eyes are too widely opened.
My empathy connects to humanity.
I witness injustices and quick to speak
I am affected emotionally,
With the grief I see on urban streets.
I've been called a rebellista.
Because I protest,
The affects of...
Subliminally applied,
Genocide.
And I am fated to be labelled.
As my activities are critized.
I am not considered a terrorist.
Or thought of to threaten as a spy.
I am just ignored and ostracized!
With a noneffective influence.
A leper considered to be one distanced.
'If you don't like it here...
Go back to from where you came.'
Says the minister on the streets...
During the performance of his outreach.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Golden Streets Of Glory
Glory to his name, oh, holy, holy
Theres a city where the streets are paved in gold
A land where the milk and the honey flow
And a mansion which for me
cause my Bible tells the story
I just hope my feet are clean enough
To walk upon the golden streets of glory
Green meadows where the little children play
No sorrow there, just one long happy day
And none will litter there except the pure and the holy
I just hope my feet are clean enough
To walk upon the golden streets of glory
And when Ive reached my journeys end
And if Im worthy to go in
Golden streets of glory, I walk on
And the golden streets of my new home
Will lead me up to the masters throne
With the angel band Ill sing
Glory to his name, oh, holy, holy
I just hope my feet are clean enough
To walk upon the golden streets of glory
Hallelujah, I just hope my feet are clean enough
To walk upon the golden streets of glory
And when Ive reached my journeys end
And if Im worthy to go in
Golden streets of glory, Ill walk on
And the golden streets of my new home
Will lead me up to the masters throne
With the angel band Ill sing
Glory to his name, oh, holy, holy
I just hope my feet are clean enough
To walk upon the golden streets of glory
Hallelujah, I just hope my feet are clean enough
To walk upon the golden streets of glory
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Some Folks Lives Roll Easy
Words & music by paul simon
Some folks lives roll easy as a breeze
Drifting through a summer night
Heading for a sunny day
But most folks lives, oh they stumble
Lord they fall
Through no fault of their own
Most folks never catch their stars
And here I am, lord
Im knocking at your place of business
I know I aint got no business here
But you said if I ever got so low
I was busted,
You could be trusted
Some folks lives roll easy
Some folks lives
Never roll at all
Oh, they just fall
They just fall
Some folks lives
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Im Through With Love
(eric carmen)
I put away your photograph
And turn out all the lights
But I cant seem to make myself forget
cause every time I close my eyes
And see your face again
I realize thats all that I have left
Im through with love
Im through with pain
Dont wanna feel that way again
cause if youre gone for good
Ill never be the same
I thought that what we had was real
But maybe Im a fool
Who only sees the things he wants to see
cause it seems that when I need you most
I find myself alone
And I know thats not the way loves supposed to be
Im through with love
And sad goodbyes
Cant take the lows
Dont want those highs
This heart needs time to mend
Im through with love, my friend
Well, maybe someday if the feeling comes again
I wont remember how it hurt but until then
Im through with love
Im through with pain
Dont wanna feel that way again
cause if youre gone for good
Ill never be the same
Im through with love
And sad goodbyes
Cant take the lows
Dont want those highs
This heart needs time to mend
cause if weve reached the end
Till I can feel again
Im through with love, my friend
song performed by by Eric Carmen
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In too deep
AS TIME FALLS DEEP, DEEP IN THE SLEEP NEVER KNEW WHAT COULD OF BEEN JUST THE LONELY STREETS.
TO FALL BACK ON, THERE WAS NO FRIENDS & FAMILY TO BE DISCRETE, NEVER KNEW WHAT GOOD OF BEEN JUSR THE LONELY STREETS
THEY DO EVERYTHING FROM THE DRINKING TO THE DRUGS, KILLED IN THE STREETS OUT OF FEAR JUST NEEDING A HUG. NEVER KNEW WHAT COULD OF BEEN JUST THE LONELY STREETS.
THE DAYS GO BYE AND HE'S SLOWLY FORGOTTON. COULDN'T SEE WHAT WAS BLIND AND NOW SOMEONE ELSE IS DYING. NEVER KNEW WHAT WAS AT THE END OF THE ROAD, ONLY THING HE HAD TO GIVE, WAS THESE LONELY STREETS THAT WAS TO BIG FOR THE KID.
KILLE OVER DOPE, MURDERED OVER MARIJUANA DIDNT GET WHAT THEY WANTED NOW THEY COMING FOR SOMEBODIES MOMMA. NEVER KNEW WHAT COULD OF BEEN JUST THESE LONELY STREETS NOW THEY IN THE CLUB WITH THERE REST IN PEACE TEE'S BECAUSE THEY WERE IN TOO DEEP...
poem by Talema Lawrence
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All Kinds Of Time
The clocks running down
the teams losing ground
to the opposing defense
the young quarterback
waits for the snap
when suddenly it all starts to make sense
he's got all kinds of time
he's got all kinds of time
all kinds of time
he's got all kinds of time
all kinds of time
he takes a step back
he's under attack
but he knows that no one can touch him now
he seems so at ease
a strange inner peace
its all that he's feeling somehow
he's got all kinds of time
he's got all kinds of time
all kinds of time
he's got all kinds of time
all kinds of time
he thinks of his mother
he thinks of his bride to be
he thinks of his father
his two younger brothers
gathered around the wide screen t.v.
he looks to the left
he looks to the right
and there in a golden ray of light
and there his open man
just like he planned
the world is his tonight
he's got all kinds of time
he's got all kinds of time
all kinds of time
he's got all kinds of time
all kinds of time
song performed by by Fountains Of Wayne
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Should This Disgust
Those who fought and defended then...
Received no respect.
Those young and patriotic...
Came home to neglect.
Homeless and hungry,
And left on streets.
With little of nothing to eat.
To see themselves kicked to the curb...
By those who treat them,
With disdain when the greet.
Embittered they are!
And should they be?
Veterans of war and conflict.
Who have proven their bravery.
Should this disgust the ones,
Who empathize their rights?
Or should those men and women,
Ignore their plight?
Since no one seems to want to defend or fight,
To see them honored day and night as deserved!
Should this disgust...
All of us?
Who are not corrupted,
By self centered lusts!
Dedicated:
To all veterans who are called to protect,
The interests of others.
Be you honored or ignored...
You are most deserving to live lives,
Free of wants or needs as a payment for your deeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Disco Inferno
[Hook x2]
Little mama show me how you move it
better yet put ya back into it
Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it
Shake..
sh..sh..shake that ass girl.
[Verse 1]
Go Go Go
Fifty in the house- bounce, y'all already know what I'm about.
The flow sounds sick over Dre' drums n*gga, I ain't
stupid- I see Doc and my dope come quicker.
Whoa! Shorty' hips is hypnotic, she moves is so erotic, but watch
I'ma watch her bounce that assss girl.
I get it crunk in here, I make it jump in here, front in here, we'll thump in here. Oooohh.
I'm so gutter, so ghetto, so hood. So gully, so grimy, what's good?
Outside, the Benz on dubs
I'm in the club wit da snub - don't start nothin', it won't be nothin'. Uuuhhh.
[Hook x2]
Little mama show me how you move it
better yet put ya back into it
Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it
Shake..
sh..sh.. shake that ass girl.
[Verse 2]
Let's party, everybody stand up.
Everybody put ya hands up.
Let's party, everybody bounce wit me.
Some Champagne and burn ailtte greenary.
This hot. Disco Inferno, let's go. You are now rockin wit a pro.
I get dough to flip dough to get more, fo sho'.
Get my drank on then get on da dance floor.
Look homie I don't dance all i do is this.
It's the same 2-step wit a lil' twist.
Listen pimpin' I ain't new to this, I'm true to this.
Pay attention boy, I teach how to do this.
You mix a lil' Cris with a lil' Don Perrion.
And a lil' Hennessy, you know we fittin' to carry on.
Hollerin' at these snakes in da club tryin' to get right,
we gonna be up in this bitch 'til we break daylight.
[Hook x2]
Little mama show me how you move it
better yet put ya back into it
Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it
Shake..
sh..sh..shake that ass girl.
[Verse 3]
You see me shinin' and lit up with diamonds as I stay grindin'. uh-huh.
Homie you can catch me swoopin Bentley coupin',
switchin lanes. u see me rollin, you know I'm holdin,
I'm about my paper, yeah.
N*gga I'm serious, I ain't playin',
I'llInbed it in your brain, I'm off the chain.
G-Unit! Next level now, turn it up a notch.
Em and Dre sent me to tear up the spot.
Front on me, oh no, you know I'm loco.
Hands up on the dance floor, ok let's go!
[Hook x2]
Little mama show me how you move it
better yet put ya back into it
Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it
Shake..
sh..sh..shake that ass girl.
song performed by by 50 Cent
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Where to Bathe and What to Eat!
Some choose to mask their insecurities,
By use of excuses and insults...
To reduce feelings of insignificance.
As if this shallowness exposed,
Replaces the obvious imposed.
Those of strength are labelled arrogant.
Those of identity are often tagged nonconformists.
And on the other hand those living their lives,
On a daily basis...
Doing what they can to survive.
Could care less whose ego thrives,
Seeking to be massaged...
By another round of bravura.
Pampered in the approval of lies!
There are folks living on our streets,
Trying to figure out how to shelter themselves.
Where to bathe and what to eat!
Those of strength are labelled arrogant.
Those of identity are often tagged nonconformists.
There are folks living on our streets,
Trying to figure out how to shelter themselves.
Where to bathe and what to eat!
And on the other hand those living their lives,
On a daily basis...
Doing what they can to survive.
Could care less whose ego thrives,
Seeking to be massaged by another round of bravura.
Pampered in the approval of lies!
Just to nibble on sweetened pretentions.
To share from a vacuous hollowness!
And at someone else's expense.
There are folks living on our streets,
Trying to figure out how to shelter themselves.
Where to bathe and what to eat!
While those who scurry about with their lifted up noses...
Seek a place to close a door anywhere.
With anyone who agrees...
They are still able to indentify their sanity!
It may not be the accepted 'sanity'!
But at least they are supportive of one another!
There are folks living on our streets,
Trying to figure out how to shelter themselves.
Where to bathe and what to eat!
And people who are marketing decadence,
Stuff their diseased guts...
With delusions of grandeur.
OR something they hold,
To make them feel better than someone lese.
There are folks living on our streets,
Trying to figure out how to shelter themselves.
Where to bathe and what to eat!
Caring less about their bad credit.
Or who refused them a loan,
Based upon nothing in collateral shown.
Since once valued pretentions have lost their asset.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Members of the Academy are mostly urban people. We are an urban nation. We are not a rural nation. It's not easy even to get a rural story made.
quote by Larry McMurtry
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Following In Your Brother’s Footsteps
In Auckland decades ago when I did
Offset Lithography printing courses
at famed Auckland Technical Institute;
I was proud of the sacrifices you made
for your parents for your brothers sisters;
you should be proud also you changed
lives in the community gave hopes dreams
the inspiration, for others to try to achieve;
a better life. People may not have thanked
you understood how hard this is to do, but
it is the measure of true success. I will
always believe in you, this is unconditional.
It only matters what God thinks of us.
We try our best, this is all I promised God
that I would try. I guess as long as I have
breath I will try. I do not live with regret,
we survived, there is still time, you are still
needed. Smile and enjoy my brother. Life
taught us a few valuable lessons, the hard
way, we learn we teach. I remember when
you left the Feltex carpet factory returned
to teaching again. It was good. To teach lead
by inspirational example, was greatest finest
hope dream of many who believed you could.
Dedicated to Otesia Solomona Puka, my brother.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Congratulations
Congratulations for breaking my heart
Congratulations for tearing it all apart
Congratulations you finally did succeed
Congratulations for leaving me in need
This morning I looked out my window and found
A bluebird singing but there was no one around
At night I lay alone in my bed
With an image of you goin around in my head
Congratulations for bringing me down
Congratulations now Im sorrow bound
Congratulations you got a good deal
Congratulations how good you must feel
I guess that I must have loved you more than I ever knew
My would is empty now cause it dont have you
And if I had just one more chance to wind your heart again
I would do things differently but whats the use to pretend
Congratulations for making me wait
Congratulations now its too late
Congratulations you came out on top
Congratulations you never did know when to stop
Congratulations
song performed by by George Harrison
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Too Few Can See They Are Not Alone
Broken, busted
And collected in debt trouble.
They are the ones who feel the blues.
The say their troubles double.
And they don't know what to do.
Too few can see,
They are not alone.
Too many have known greed.
And this has been shown.
People in need like these,
Are on their own.
And in bitter grieving zones.
With no reprieve,
That comforts or condones.
Woes that have grown to flourish.
And prosper isolated agonies.
Broken, busted
And collected in debt trouble.
They are the ones who feel the blues.
The say their troubles double.
And they don't know what to do.
Too few can see,
They are not alone.
People in need like these,
Are now left on their own.
Pleading for a dieing process,
To be revived artificially...
If a remedy is possible.
And...
Those possibilities,
Are not to be!
None on the horizon,
To patch these wounds,
Temporarily.
More are heard,
Joining.
The droaning in moans.
And finding themselves...
Turning off emotions.
To become cold as stone.
But aroused to heat in protests.
That builds from a simmer,
To boil in a manifested mental illness...
That affects...
An increase of these disturbances.
A society falling to pieces,
In regret.
A society falling to pieces,
In hopelessness.
And a people,
No longer feeling guilty to feel free...
To unleash havoc and blatant hostilities.
With a spreading of seething unrest.
Seen.
To unsettle those,
Still clinging onto slipping comforts.
And addictions to numb.
A multplying of undeniable chaos,
Stirs miseries dispensed.
And the fading presence of any signs of self respect.
Diminishes with attempts.
In a thoughtful retrospect meant,
To appease and curtail resentments.
Heard in the distance,
Are voices ostracized.
Undeterred,
They are to share...
And speak of love.
And a people,
No longer feeling guilty to feel free...
To unleash havoc and blatant hostilities.
With a spreading of seething unrest.
Seen.
To unsettle those,
Still clinging onto slipping comforts.
And addictions to numb.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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