Emerging From The Darkness

First I am baited to debate my beliefs.
Crucified I am when my facts are released.
Then someone decides my opinions have been correct.
Now my opponents are loosening their grips around my neck.
Hoping to masquerade themselves as crusaders.
And not the thieves many are beginning to suspect,
As thoughtless creatures, self-centered with no respect.

Truth is emerging from the darkness to be exposed to light.
And I haven't budged at all from those insights I know are right.
I don't mask loopholes with pretense they don't exist.
Nor am I here to protect those rich,
From dipping further into their pockets to assist those in ditches.
Those unable to switch from caviar,
Or beef skewered shish-kebobs rotorized on thick sticks!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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