Cuts Inflicted

The only thing that is getting better...
Are those flourished explanations,
By those chosen to minimize...
The affects of truth.
To keep those fed,
In a gleeful spending frenzy!

But an awakening has occurred.
As those observe those in glasshouses.
Inside of them they smack on snacks.
While outside,
Their foundations...
Have widening, threatening cracks.

And they are seen wining and dining...
Sharing pretensions,
Things on the 'other' side...
Can not be as bad as that!

And the glass begins to splinter!
To leave gaping holes...
With glass crashing as it falls into the streets.

Dressed in suits and gowns to clean...
Those appear from their festivities,
With brooms...
For a simple neat,
And sweet appearing sweep!

Hoping their efforts,
And speech when they speak...
Has listeners left believing,
Cuts inflicted upon them...
Are not as deep!
Or painful.

As the blood gushes from wounds condoned,
By those who stand and patriotically bleed!
Some with children...
To provide alone.
Aren't yet too convinced...
That even those wearing diamond encrusted tieras,
Wished they had found their feet on the ground.
Instead of victimizing themselves...
Attempting to climb over,
A razor sharpened fence!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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