Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Those people fleeing,
With paperwork flying in the air...
All over the place.
Who are they?
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OUCH!
Why did you stick me,
With that pin?
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Why is it,
When a person has decided...
A peace valued and wishes to keep,
Is a sign of temporary defiance?
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Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
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If people have shown and are known,
To have been showing little respect for themselves.
Or none!
What is the complaint?
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Have you ever tried to stop,
Those who have come to feed at a feast?
With an invitation of greed encouraged.
And not a sign of discipline,
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I've earned the right to make my own decisions.
And to decide what I like and dislike.
I 'try' not to give unsolicited opinions.
And the passing of judgement,
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If you suck the sap from the tree,
To feed your own interests...
Without seeking ways to replenish,
OR preserve what's left...
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If they would stop,
And apply the same critiquing done...
They do to others.
With a self examination made.
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These days are fast in their passing!
And unforgiving.
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