Superior Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Blinded at the border.
With minds distorted.
Confused by delusions bought.
To seek conflicts sought.
And leaving many left to believe,
Themselves superior over others.
Resulting from insecurities,
Fed to feed.
Yet...
Expect others to keep,
From moving ahead.
Instead of looking behind to find,
Better ways to appreciate life.
Knowing to be blessed,
To do this done by moving forward.
And not behind colored lines,
Drawn to accept...
Division.

"What's the matter with those people? "

-What people?
Where? -

"The ones behind us.
Shouting how superior they are! "

-Are we or are we not,
Looking forward and moving ahead? -

"I guess.
Yes? "

-Do that.
And soon they will be left,
By themselves.
To worship whatever it is,
That keeps them where they are.
Protesting what it is we do,
Continuing to make moves...
With our lives to live improving.
If they need to feel superior,
That is not for us to decide.-

"But...
Why do they have that need,
To feel that way? "

-Did I not just say,
That is not for 'us' to decide?
They are the ones with that issue.
For whatever the reason,
They will always have that issue.
Hopefully to leave behind us.
Left for them to deal with it.-

"So...
You don't won't to have this conversation? "

-Why would you want to have it? -