Nothing Left In You To Believe Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Cleverly done,
But your tactics are insignifcant.
The battle you've started,
Has already been won...
By the showing to those stunned,
How deceived they have been.

And how ashamed they feel...
They have allowed those who were trustworthy,
To be crushed under the feet of deceitful people.

Those believed to have been,
Upright...
With their self righteousness.
And just too correct to question!
As a plotting was done,
To create with sensation...
An installation of devastation.

Cleverly done,
As you engineered division and hate.
But your tactics are being erased.
By those who have grown tired,
Listening to debates that over-rate fear.
With a wish people buy this,
To have you direct the flow of their tears.

Eyes are opening and they can see...
Everything they believed,
Has been one lie after another...
You have gleefully fed to feed.

Cleverly done.
But you have unravelled,
Your own demise.
And your lies can no longer support,
A forgiving salvation.

There is nothing left in you to believe,
That others can see or deeply perceive...
Has been sincerely touched,
Within a place in your mind...
That knows anything about loyalty, love...
Devotion or trust!
Not by what you have allowed to happen.