The Most Precious Attribute Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The Most Precious Attribute



They are fed violence,
They are fed destruction.
They are fed conflict and disrespect.
Lack of discipline and personal neglect.
They are fed racism, division and hatred.
And yet...
There is a notion,
That the raising of children fed these priorities...
Marketed and sold as video games or shown on TV,
Is not going to have an effect on their minds.

'Excuse me...
Let's all turn a blind eye on these 'approved' activities.
And support with attention...
The art of accusation! '

When did denial become the most precious attribute,
One could hope to obtain?

~Hey...
That sounds pretty good to me.
Parenting has never appeared on my top ten list.~

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