Empty Pockets Not To Stop Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Never tell those discovered,
They are fools and idiots.
Eventually they will come to know this.
And on their own time to find,
The making of excuses...
For their stupid decisions made,
Would be pointless to blame others...
They had claimed to be incompetent.
Or those less experienced,
To B.S. with the best in social settings.

When a picture painted and with colored dots,
Reveals a truth everyone sees exhibited...
As to who is clearly displayed to be,
Openly the creators of a mess...
To have been started although convincingly,
Masqueraded.
This 'opening' to awaken minds,
Is progress.

A progress that leaves everyone regretting,
To have let fools and idiots represent...
A mindset that reflects a thoughtlessness.
A thoughtlessness to never forget,
As a lesson to learn to leave deep burns...
In already empty pockets not to stop it.

'But...
We were promised,
They had the right solutions...
To fix our problems.
And why are you staring at 'me'?
As if you are in total disbelief?
That's what they said to promise.'