Sickened To A Rage

Even what is currently owed,
Will take decades to repay.
Yet they quibble over bits,
As to who will be responsible.
For the paying back of credits that debit.
With no ending of it.

Like children playing,
On an open field.
Long after the lights,
Have left them in darkness.

They argue and fight amongst themselves.
With both sides losing,
All respect from the people.
Who have become sickened to a rage,
That they actually stood by.
To watch in disgust,
Acknowledging.
The standards that they valued,
Has paid for this representation of misfits.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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