Lessons Taught

What does one win,
When limbs are gone...
And minds have become rattled.

What blood is sacrificed,
To declare one victorious.
And all is at peace again to be delusioned.

What struggle sought against another,
Will gain one rest and sleep.
With doors and windows never to lock.

And who finally is the one that learns,
With lessons taught?
After being knocked to the ground.
And off one's feet to become conscious.

When do ears and eyes open,
To absorb anything that has happened...
In one's past.

Is there anything left one honors to respect,
Without being hypnotized by greed.
Is there anything in one's mind attached,
To wanting a quality of life WITH truth and honesty.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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