Content Sent

No one can manipulate,
A fate that awaits.
Whispered actions...
Fall on ears of some.
To alert and enlighten.
Although messages delivered,
Aren't always welcomed by everyone.

But that does not delay...
The content sent,
When it comes.

Or attempt to convince,
Those who would like to prevent the outcome.
By choosing not to believe what appears.
Fearing and weeping their useless tears.

And finding themselves exposed.
With no where to run from what is disclosed.
Unbelieving what is seen...
They scream!
To cover eyes and ears...
With wishes to escape,
From the tremendous magnificence...
Of what appears!

'What in the...? '

Don't ask!
There are no words to created,
To describe it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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