The Epidemic Of Disinterest Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The Epidemic Of Disinterest



It may have started as an envy.
Something petty kept over decades...
That grew from a senselessness.
It may have begun as a rumor to begin,
Until time progressed it...
As a part of life to accept jealousies.
Jealousies to grow to know no end.

The epidemic of disinterest,
Began its step when children left...
Old neighborhoods and familiar playgrounds,
With a growing to experience...
Something else.

The epidemic of disinterest,
Became more effective...
When lessons learned to experience life,
Separated those from others who stayed...
Playing the same games.
To remain in comfort zones preferred and liked.

Differences of opinions,
Became more difficult to accept.
Those who adventured on various paths to take,
Were criticized and mocked as fakers.
Fakers who masked,
A replacing of known faces.

Dismissed they were and skills they'd obtained.
By those who defamed,
And undermined their gains.
With a doing to rumor and spread innuendos.
To intend to disrespect and shame,
Their intellects.

The epidemic of disinterest,
Began to effect families and relationships.
The epidemic of disinterest,
Left many to refuse...
The sharing of success others would reject.
The epidemic of disinterest,
Has divided communities.
And a unity now wished to get expected...
Has become less a possibility.

It may have started as an envy.
Something petty kept over decades...
That grew from a senselessness.
It may have begun as a rumor to begin,
Until time progressed it...
As a part of life to accept jealousies.
Jealousies to grow to know no end.
And...
This epidemic of disinterest kept,
Can be witnessed as a disease.
That has prevented many who are affected,
From connecting effectively...
To a future that has left them behind to leave,
Minds believing there is a benefit in limits.

In Chicago...
Where blowing winds can be cold.
We've got to stop,
This epidemic of disinterest.
In L.A. where fantasies are made.
We've got to stop,
This epidemic of disinterest.
In Miami, Atlanta, Hartford, Connecticut too.
And other places where pretensions stay,
To keep the truth abused.
We've got to stop,
This epidemic of disinterest.
Before 'all' interest goes refused.

Can't leave out Ferguson.
We've got to stop,
This epidemic of disinterest.
When are we 'gonna' get,
These lessons finally learned.

We are suppose to be great.
But of 'what',
To make.
We are suppose to be great.
But of 'what'?

We are suppose to be great.
But of 'what',
To make.
We are suppose to be great.
But of 'what'?

Monday, February 15, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Michael Walkerjohn 15 February 2016

Aloha Lawrence... But of 'what'? change the spelling just a bit, and we find our current status in the world... all within our lifetimes, we have traveled from triumph to butt-humps... perhaps a bit caustic and misleading... for we americans are truly the butts of most humour about societies, on a world wide basis... Disinterest... a blithe indifference to interest... are we nothing but moronic? Indisposed of our humanity, lathered in our vanity, scattered and screeching lunatics all... without a single sense of compassion or care, for our species... Ah, modernity... the result of the invention of the wheel, and with the indentured servitude of beasts, humans embarked upon a journey of domination over self, other humans, and nature...it is a questioning wonder that we have survived this long...Your write is a post of an essential essence... and I humbly thank you for your most revealing thoughts on these subjects... All of the best from this life, to you, and all of your relations... Michaelw1two

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