Digested To Manifest Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Suddenly their sadness,
Seems to be a benefit to psychologists.
En masse they want back,
What does not belong to them.
Like whims delusions provide.

Even tags sewn in the clothes they wear,
Have been produced in sweat shops.
To enhance cost effective greed.
From a bottom discreetly,
Pulled away from their feet.

And they want it all back!
That which is believed belongs to them.
But even those effectively suppressed...
By a lack of thoughtlessness once attractive,
Can not console them!

All that they 'perceived' was theirs...
Was in name only.
And 'that' long ago had been sold,
To grant them a quality of life...
Unconsciously outsourced.
With a blatant boldness.

When they divorced integrity...
To feed a need to be emblazoned with bling!
And impress others with 'things' that rust.
A prized possession was lost.
And that spirit of pride,
Is forever gone!

Never again to be retrieved.
With votes or quoted anthems.
'We'...
Are what has been digested to manifest.
And dignified into an isolation!