That Committee

Things here do not exist,
Because you have decided them to...
Or not!
Nor are one's feelings felt,
Depending on your approval...
At your finger snap and pop!
Or hands clapped with orders barked!

Somewhere, someone has implanted
Within you a time-released mental injury!
Sustained.
And seduced you,
With life threatening delusions.

Look out your window.
Do it now or later...
That doesn't matter.
But when you do...
See conflict?
Hunger?
Poverty and homelessness?
Perhaps restlessness?
Because of a joblessness...
You and yours infested.

Or invested...
Depending on how that is perceived!

These are the stresses,
Your ancestors have cursed us with!
Nothing in your history has nurtured,
Goodwill at all.
Deception?
Yes!

Do you think for one moment...
Your re-anactments of God,
Sit well with me?
They don't!
And you have yet to learn your lesson!
'That' is part of the equation,
Determining whether or not you survive!
And I am glad I am not on 'that' committee.
I hear they have documented your every move.
Maybe you'll be lucky...
And find them forgiving!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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