Dangle The Trinkets Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The crowds have become unruly.
Everywhere protesters,
Are demanding their equal rights.
Racists amongst themelves are fighting.
And divided are the people,
Who are confused and can't decide...
Whether they should stand on the left side,
Or the right.
What on Earth 'now' can we do?

'Trinkets.
Use the trinkets.'

Trinkets?

'Dangle the trinkets.
Promise them more of the bling.
Dangle the trinkets.
With that done,
That 'always' solves everything.'

But that's so trifling.

'You know it and I know it and they do too.
Dangle the trinkets.
Promise them bling and shiny things.
That's all they want us to do.'

And...
Just whose trinkets are we going to dangle?
Yours or mine?

'I said 'promise' them.
That's all.
I'm not giving up nothing.'

Well then...
You make to them that promise.
I've got too much integrity.

'LOL...
You've got WHAT?
Integrity?
LOL.'