Highly Suspicious Of The Lack Of Authenticity

How can a lie lived by anyone protect?
Or mosquito netting adorned by a mosquito...
Keep one from being bitten,
If already living in a nest of them.
Someone is not accepting,
What to me should have been confessed.

'You...
And the rest of us,
ARE...
In fact,
Mosquitoes.
Yes!
It is true.
That overdressing you do overkills.
From it you should undo.
Weep 'not' my child!
Look around you.
There's not a fly in the bunch! '

I never understood those who choose,
To walk on paths in a forest...
And afraid to confront insects.
Or build fabulous homes where no one roams,
Yet they brag about having an arsenal of weapons...
To feel safe and protected.
From what...
Common sense?

One drenched in trinkets,
And smothered by coverings of plastic...
Does not hide behind masks that crack.
But no one using a mind to think,
Can approach them to tell them that.
Or show them that a wear and tear from usage...
Produces signs of overindulgence.

How can a lie lived by anyone protect?
And from what?
Others also spicing a life lived in deception mode?
Those blinded by the shining of rusting bling?
THINGS that dust untouched and from them no love...
Is heard to be stated,
Much!
Or at all.

A lie eventually exposes everything.
And if one is connected to Mother Nature,
Like we all are...
Since there is no escaping from Her.
Who amongst any of us,
Can successfully masquerade as a tree?
Without another tree knowing?
OR being highly suspicious,
Of the lack of authenticity!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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