Of Their Own Creation

Reality has been rejected.
A past that is wished,
Was never respected.
Minds today are confused in indecision.
And biased criticisms,
Have poisoned mentalities.

And yet no one listens.
Those in conflict wish to be understood.
Even those living in once safe neighborhoods,
Wish to leave them,
If they could.

But where would people go...
To prove they have common sense?
That has not been tainted,
By their own nonsense...
That had not been of their own creation.

Where would they go...
And not manifest the same infestation?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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