Defective Beliefs

Doesn't it seem we live in those times,
When the experience of living them...
Has become less mysterious.

Who living amongst us today,
Can honestly admit to say...
They have not a clue of what's going on?

Blatant is the disrespect.
Blatant is corruption and theft.
Blatant are those who have and 'have' not.

And 'who' today can honestly say,
They have not been deceived...
By the keeping of defective beliefs.

To continue to lie to oneself,
Would not be advisable to maintain mental health.
Since to do it would prove total insanity.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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