Unjustified Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

A theft to perform it.
Centuries in the making.
As a right and part of one's life.
To endorse and implement.
The doing of this day and night.
Will never end those with kept beliefs,
This is their heritage to defend.
And others who have had from them,
Their resources stolen.
To support the quality of life,
Of crooks, liars and deceivers.
Done to do to disapprove.
Have not even the right,
To complain day and night...
About their own suffering.
Witness done from Sunset to Sunrise.
Debated.
To then be found the doing justified.
Since preventing it,
Should have been more prioritized.
Than the seeking of delusions to be duped.

"Your decisions debated,
Are one-sided.
And obviously unjustified.
What right do you have,
To denied the pain and history...
Of our deeply felt anguish? "

-That is a good question to ask.
Now...
Were you there to witness this? -

"No.
But,
We are the descendents and recipients of it."

-Sooo...
I see.
Your pain and agony are more re-enactments?
A reliving your lives,
Like your ancestors? -

"Exactly."

-And...
Okay.
This is understandable.
Now...
What have we done to do,
Like you have done to do...
You say is unjustified?
The ignorance of it?
The theft and deception?
Or the writers of history,
Who have made fools of all of us.-

"We have come to complain.
That's it.
Not to explain the truth.
But hopefully to benefit,
From the theft of it.
That has left us at a disadvantage."