With Indefinite Ends

They needed no assistance,
To expose their flaws.
They are all over the place.
And they don't like it.
They don't like their mistakes,
They would rather ignore.
The ones that dropp jaws,
So publicly!

And they despise the leader who tries to guide them,
Out of their own created mess.
They would like their hyped intentions,
To be more of the focus...
Instead of a joke amongst those they suppress.

And no longer can they do this...
As quickly as they can perpetuate conflicts,
With indefinite ends.
The ones they pretend,
Terrorists begin!
And they are the ones,
Terrorizing their own lives...
With the telling of creative lies!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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