Progress Is Identified Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Progress Is Identified



There are many living in inner cities.
And even more clinging,
Onto the fringes of poverty.
Who are claiming,
With their creative statements made.
That progress for decades,
Has eluded them.
And...
Is not known or anywhere around,
To be shown.
Well...
I beg to differ from that assesment.

Take a look over there.
You see those sparkling revolving doors?
I remember as a child,
When they had been wooden.
Yes. Wooden.
And today...
They are made of 'chrome'.
Can you believe it?
CHROME.

And the ones who took flight to the suburbs,
Back in the day.
Have return to dismiss their biases.
With some of them given positions,
To pick from those destitute...
To either window dress or polish those doors,
With a restoring of their gleem.
Each day to remove fingerprints.
So proud are the ones to be selected,
From the rest to qualify.
Now get this.
With 'logos' embossed on tailored uniforms too~

From my point of view,
Progress is identified.
That's why I don't understand,
All this talk about racism and hatred.
When I was a child we were only permitted,
To push around those revolving doors.
With no other expectation to do anything more.
And today?
People have the nerve to complain,
About who has the right to decide...
The qualifications of the ones picked,
To not only dress to impress.
But given the opportunity to polish off fingerprints.
What is this World coming to?

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