Proof Of It Communicated

The time to protect with an effectiveness,
Any erosion suspected...
That comes to begin a doing of harm.
Done to a village and its inhabitants.
Would be at the moment,
When just 'one' villager believes...
With a perception sniffed in shifting breezes,
There is 'something' foul in the air.

And not 'after' fire alarms have been silenced,
As those who stand by...
To watch the entire village burn down to the ground,
One building after another.
To have all then declare,
An awareness with a paying of attention...
Should have shown itself being there.
With signs and proof of it communicated by a caring.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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