Reflections They Deem to Be Eternally Wounding

With an ease not many have led to please,
Such a cushy and pampered existence.
Although some have done it,
To satisfy themselves.
And tease those with perceived jealousies.

While those who labor with sweat to savor...
Are the ones who have priorities.
And benefactors of blessings received.

Leaving those envious unhappy.
Since they are born to believe,
Those who deceive and feed their greed...
Are the ones chosen.

And they are,
Chosen!
To mark and victimize themselves.
Hating images they wish could be changed.
With reflections they deem to be eternally wounding.
And no belief of God.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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