It Has To Be Witnessed To Be Believed Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

There are those who choose to represent,
The best subservience that can be found around.
This is more noticeable in smaller towns...
Where people live with big city dreams.
And their minds have been conditioned,
To not achieve anything more than medocrity.
And expect even less from those chosen.
To show their blatant disrespect with flagrance.

It has to be witnessed to believed.

And when one speaks of the effects,
Of this atrociousness...
One becomes despised as if a tradition exposed,
Has been severely compromised.
Like the keeping of an unflushed toilet as a symbol,
Of achievement.

It has to be witnessed to be believed.

And walls are built to surround this filth,
To hide and keep those lies alive in the bowels...
Of these 'communities' unseen,
In the midst of manicured surfaces.
To allow the nourishment of maggots to come and go,
As they damn well please.

It has to be witnessed to be believed...
That such unconsciousness perceives,
This activity achieves a certain purpose.

'And what is that purpose? '

A control over a divine and global ignorance.
To keep those enriched with their wickedness.
With a show of total disregard for the Creator!

Agitating...
A massive appearance of Super Intelligent Beings
To descend!
Saving this planet from complete destruction,
By such mindless fools.

It has to be witnessed to be believed.
And the outcome will not be prolonged in debates.
To allow incompetent jovial jestures to compensate,
For one's lack of a conscious comprehension.
These 'folks' are above and beyond those plateaus!

It has to be witnessed to be believed.