Flesh and Blood Drops
Who pays...
For the displays of injustices,
Dispatched and laid?
As rights and defenses,
Are removed...
And offenses grow to prove
An array of dismay!
Who amongst us can truthfully say...
These occurances appeared,
While we were on a leave of absence
Cleared of a consciousness that drifted away?
Or kissing the cheeks of starving children,
Dieing behind the scenes...
Of antiqued lighted picturesqued streets!
Who pays...
For displays of injustices,
Dispatched and laid?
Could they be the ones
Whose voices are heard
Screaming from atop gleaming glass towers...
Like clipped winged birds.
Jumping!
To weed themselves from crops...
They intially described to the world,
As root rot!
Plummeting to the ground to spread...
Flesh and blood drops!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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