Combustible

Ready and prepared to react,
While diminishing reason to listen...
Presents its own consequences.
And those conditions moving further away,
From common sense.

Those on campaigns to spread negativity...
With hopes to gain and win,
Over some nonsense that had started with them.
Will discover at the end,
No peace of mind comes at all.
With choices made...
Determining to forcifully begin.

They may have solicited advocates for their cause...
But minds quick to form judgements
Are the ones to become sickened,
By participating in any of it!
To produce for another a public fall!

Ready and prepared to react,
While diminishing reason to listen?
One should sit and give this thought.
Time alone can heal all wounds.
But those feelings surfacing to bring harm upon others...
Will delay an affect,
On a mind never again to know the meaning of rest!

And there should be enough evidence around,
In abundance
For anyone to observe.
Inflicting needless pain upon others...
No one lives to deserve!

No one should be served,
Blatant disrespect!

But like all things today?
Words can are spoken...
To be used as jokes
To leave provoke brokenness.

Few are heard,
With a meaning one chooses to hear!
People seem transfixed to bring others,
To their knees in tears!

Fools feeding on a high octane of ignorance.
Combustible!
To then expect,
Rushes to flush them with forgiveness!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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