Echos From the Past Are Heard
If,
For a number of decades...
A pleading made,
Flies away with the birds.
Why are eyes opened so wide today?
As if something rotten has been eaten.
And their bodies are ready to purge.
With an unrelenting cleansing.
And an increasing release of violence,
Does not perturb or disturb those fast asleep.
Why is a society suddenly awakened,
To find itself on collective knees?
Looking for reason,
As to how, when and why...
Their security and peace,
Can be so threatened?
With a clipping of their safety nets,
Right from under their feet!
'We need to reset our priorities! '
Echos from the past are heard.
'We need to be more diligent...
In protecting the wellbeing of our citizens.'
Those echos from the past are heard.
'We need to uphold and maintain those high standards.
Those that are cherished upon this land so loved.
We need to ensure our fellowmen are safe and secure.'
These echos from the past are heard.
And those echos from the past,
Annoy and go ignored.
As if made by attention seeking children.
To leave no one listening.
Or caring enough to pay attention,
Any given that is mentioned.
'Mommy?
There is a man outside.
And he's pointing a gun at our house! '
~Go to your room and pick up your things.
Do as I say.
Learn to obey.~
'That's more problematic than rational.
And poses a preventable illogical outcome.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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