Reform

A selection from trash,
Will not rescue them.
No matter how it is dressed...
To impress.
Or repress with depression
One of colored skin.
Or programmed to be dim of wit.
To disadvantaged all of them.
With beliefs
They are doomed to a life of grief!
A disruption of this thought process,
Is achieved to expose a digression...
Of a failed conquest.

A falsified reality,
Leaves all powerless at best!
But no one knows a cure of 'bliss'...
Comes to reform such 'freedoms'
Never born!
And deceptions of all kinds,
Will be redressed to inform.
Abandoning those wicked,
In their own mental storm.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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