With Blood Dripping From One's Lips

Without integrity,
Can anyone be believed?
After years of displaying deceit,
And greed...
Can anyone without an honest bone,
Expect to be shown...
A respect given,
To them unknown?

With blood dripping from one's lips,
Displaying fangs and foam with it.
Be anyone you would select to babysit?
Or close your eyes to listen,
As they read scriptures from a pulpit.

Would you consciously elect,
Someone like this to lead...
After experiencing the affects,
Of a deep hypnosis!
And realizing a healing done,
When bandages removed from around your neck...
Reveal puncturing and everlasting marks.
Left by the sucking,
Of a demon who masters special effects.
As your mind tries its best,
To remember why a voice now heard...
Makes you feel upset and gets on your nerves.

'And I promise you...
With this recent action I've taken,
Victory will be ours.
And prosperity will be restored.
We must stay the course!
To turn our backs on terrorists...
Would be a defeat to our greatnest.
And this...is...immoral.
That would crush our standards.
And the values of our way of life,
We must with our lives keep forever...
A stimulation packaged to treasure! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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