Are We Not At Our Best

Are we not at our best,
When upset and protesting...
Against that which we let,
Slip yet further to another step taken...
That gets us closer into a depth,
Bypassed without correcting.

And are we not at out best,
When conveniently forgetting...
With selected memories,
A truth to us had been spoken...
But we chose when told of it,
To disbelieve as we did what we pleased.

And even though we today protest,
A wasting of precious time we find...
To detest what had been suggested.
With a doing just to prove,
We can cement ourselves with a stubbornness.
While refusing to remove those delusions,
We seek to promote no matter how remote they are.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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