Absent From Their Bashing

Absent from their bashing.
And this they miss.
A familiar target,
Has vanished from their midst.

With a freshness from their rumor mill,
Sitting to dust from an activity that had existed.
And fear they do...
A collapse of strength once kept intact by it.

Absent from their bashing.
And this they miss.
And fear they do...
A collapse of strength once kept intact by it.

A familiar target,
Has vanished from their midst.
And upset they are...
As witnessed by their silent lips.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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