Bit By Bit

Bit by bit is the chipping apart.
Slowly grinding mighty myths,
Like this one...
To a dissolving,
That has begun to start.

Critics of this action,
Are torn by bitterness.
And no longer they sit,
With fantasies!
As a quality of life,
From them departs.
Changing rapidly.

Staged with ageless policies,
And standards once existing.
All are consumed,
With beliefs now seen leaving.
Maintaining firm grips they do...
With a wish,
What had existed...
Does not drift away,
From their hands.
Glued in dismay.

Bit,
By bit.
With a moaning done.
As the architects of this development...
Attempt to create exits,
For escapes.
But they make no place,
For themselves to run!
And no allies offering...
Stretched out arms of welcome!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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