In These Times Not Before Explored Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Treasured are such kept beliefs,
We keep them worshipped 'and' confessed.
Protected and accepted they are,
But their origins are seldom checked.

Yet everyday there is 'something',
That arises to confuse and upset.
And everyday there is 'something',
That leaves many with regrets...
Left,
Wanting to have answers...
From questions asked,
They don't get.

Yet,
In these times not before explored...
People apathetic have no reason to regret it.
Not yet.
People apathetic have no reason to regret it.
Not yet.
And in these times not before explored...
People apathetic have no reason to regret it.
Not yet.
No not yet.

What about beliefs once set in concrete,
In these times not before explored.
And what about truth now reduced to suspect,
In these times not before explored.
And what about the people who had been apathetic,
In these times not before explored...
But seem to do it more.

Yet everyday there is 'something',
That arises to confuse and upset.
And everyday there is 'something',
That leaves many with regrets...
Left,
Wanting to have answers...
From questions asked,
They don't get...
In these times not before explored.

People apathetic have no reason to regret it.
No not yet.
In these times not before explored,
People apathetic have no reason to regret it...
No not yet.
In these times not before explored.
People apathetic have no reason to regret it...
Not yet.
No...
Not yet.