Taking Peeks Across Quiet Streets Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Disgust has yet to rush into the suburbs,
Where those living still believe...
The strife depicted by inner city dwellers,
Will not effect their perceptions...
Of having a quality of life,
Completely without crime and tension free.

There is a mental disease,
Spreading like an epidemic.
And effectively descending,
Upon those with weapons kept.
Left quick to fetch to catch a thief.

There is a mental disease,
And random it is.
Or is it that random to go unnoticed or detect,
That those entitled to keep their weapons kept,
Are using them more...
Against themselves to protect.

While a disgust has yet to rush into the suburbs,
Where those living still believe in silent pretense...
The strife depicted by inner city dwellers,
Will not effect their 'precious' perceptions...
Of having a quality of life,
Completely without crime and tension free.

And seen taking peeks across quiet streets,
Are those wondering why...
There is an increase of police,
Knocking on doors and disturbing their peace.
To learn that a fugitive is who they seek.
And shocked they all are it's one of the neighbors.

'Oh-My-GOD.
Say it isn't so.
I just hosed my prized roses.
The affect this will have on them,
No one knows.'

There is a mental disease,
Spreading like an epidemic.
And effectively descending,
Upon those with weapons kept.
Those still deluded,
By descriptions depicting to accept...
Who imposes upon them the greatest threat.