A Debris Of Toxic Waste Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

If they would stop,
And apply the same critiquing done...
They do to others.
With a self examination made.
They couldn't do it.

It has been that long,
Since they have been in their own backyards.
They would know where to begin.
But would they go...
To dig in with a beginning to end the stench?
To clean up the mess they have ignored...
That has clearly become a debris of toxic waste.

Or...
Is the fence they peer over,
Just too attractive with distractions...
To leave.
To prevent their own poisoning?
Stay tuned...
For more declarations of excuses,
And blaming to be done.