Made To Make Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The one true statement,
Unheard yet one can make...
Is the giving of more.
Without one word to say.
Or take anything away to leave,
Others find they should criticize...
With suspicions and disbelief.
To eventually be questioned,
What it is they have done to do...
That proves,
Reasons for their judgements to pass.
Especially if nothing,
From them has been asked.

Those without character,
Known and shown not to have it...
Are more likely to be questioned,
About habits they have to frequently backstab.
Since seldom do those who do have character,
Are heard or seen demeaning others.
Yet...
Subjected they are to ridicule.

'Why?

Observe it as I have done,
To see it this way.
Look,
Young and with mind still budding on the vine.
Criticisms made to make,
Take far less time.
With more time to waste.
And many do this on a daily basis.
To underestimate, berate and instigate.
But will be the first to say,
What it is they can do.
But you will hear from them,
Alibis, lies and the same excuses...
Used from day to day to make.
And those who find no time for that,
Are often the ones not supported.
But thought to be easy prey.

'Why? '

Look around.
It's entertainment.
And the one thing loved most,
People approve of and do.

'Destroy themselves?
But why? '

If I had that answer,
I wouldn't be standing at this bustop.
I'd be waving to you from a limousine.