A Motion Towards Love

It's got to stop!
All the hatred dropped.
To start,
A motion...
Towards love.

Believe it or not,
Even those who perceive...
They will benefit from it,
Become more the victims...
Than the ones they've depicted,
As unfit misfits.

It's got to stop!
All the hatred dropped.
To start,
A motion...
Towards love.

Since those who sit and analyze this,
With tears dripping from their eyes...
Hoping for a quick fix,
Need to begin to mend their own conflicts.

It's got to stop!
All the hatred dropped.
To start,
A motion...
Towards love.

Since those who sit and analyze this,
With tears dripping from their eyes...
Hoping for a quick fix,
Need to begin to mend their own conflicts...
To end them.

Those who sit,
With tears from their eyes quick to drip...
Need to get up to mend their own conflicts,
To end them,
Now.

Before all time slips from them,
To end.
With a leaving not a minute.
Before all time slips from them,
To end.
With a leaving not a minute.
Before all time slips from them,
To end.
With a leaving not a minute.
Before all time slips from them,
To end.
Before all time slips from them,
To end.
Before all time slips from them,
To end.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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