An Image That Has Been Born to Be Kept Praised
It has been like that throughout history.
When one of color makes advancements,
To secure and achieve.
The others gather and flock like vultures.
To diminish any gains.
To pounce on the defenseless,
Until they have no air to breathe.
Or resources left...
Nothing that has not yet been collected,
For the greedy to kill and call their own.
To gain.
From selected and inspected self indulgences,
Maintained.
Collecting riches...
To disregard and emasculate...
Those who can procreate,
With the dripping of the seed!
That's how they wine and dine,
And keep food on their plates.
To pillage, plunge and plunder civilizations.
And abandoned those to a disgrace...
To bleed!
Such evil from one in consiousness...
Is uncomprehensible.
And yet seen to believe.
In a suffering that pleases their taste for blood.
Teasing with a cowardly inflicted fear...
And poking the near dead,
Into joke and mockery.
And that has attracted,
Those to these broken human beings!
'Deities of Power'...
Out of 'normal' sight.
Unseen by those wicked and mean!
Unleashing a dose of regret...
For those dancing in delusion.
The largest one ever...
So massive all will be dealt,
A whiff or two...or more.
With an unrelenting mental spanking,
Deserved.
To feel another's pain when in sorrow.
And when it comes...
IT does not ASK but GETS respect.
And the 'comfort' of a sickened self destruction...
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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