First Class Passengers

Within us all elements shake.
An adjustment that makes...
For an unsettling disburbance.
And those choosing not to see,
Themselves...
Connected to Earth.
As if separated from it,
Yet from it all exists.
They,
Who continue to be unaccepting...
Are trying to ride,
Without acknowledging their positions...
As first class passengers.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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