Panic Antidotes Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Many have awaited too late,
To numb a pain that begins to ache.
Nothing can be found to counteract it.
Nothing can be found to distract the impact

Panic antidotes are taken,
With the hope to ease the pain.
But nothing can be found,
That will numb that fast.

Corruption was gumption done,
Secretly to leave.
And out from hidden crevices,
Deceivers show their grief.
And after feeding greed that now attacks,
The same deceivers say...
They have an answer for that.
More promises to make to break.
As an antidote to facts.

Panic antidotes are taken,
With the hope to ease the pain.
But nothing can be found to counteract it.
Nothing can be found to distract the impact.

Corruption was gumption done,
Secretly to leave.
And out from hidden crevices,
Deceivers show their grief.
But nothing can be found to counteract it.
Nothing can be found to distract the impact.

The pain is too erractic and fanatic.
And nothing can be found to counteract it.
Nothing can be found to distract the impact.
No panic antidotes can stop what's already cracked.
To have whacked out minds get back on track.