Up In The Face Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Up In The Face



Many can't get over what time it is.
And how the minds of their 'kids',
Have from them been taken away.
With laws protecting this detriment.
Consenting to a deepened decadence.
A decadence permitted,
As if a passing fad.

Many can not get over,
Others they discover becoming crazed.
Performing outrageous activities.
Done with permission and given the 'okay'.
Leaving those aware and conscious of it,
Dropping their jaws in disbelief.
Yet participating with a medicated tolerance.

Swift the shift seems to have been quick!
Even though messages and messengers sent,
Were treated as if...
They created the foul scent in the air.

Swift the shift seems to have been quick!
But is hasn't.
There have been signs placed everywhere.
So has ignorance with lots of it shared.

Up in the face the presentation is clear.
Smell it?
Up in the face to taste that which appears.
To be licked, nibbled or slowly chewed.
Up in the face even of those on knees who pray,
Hoping what they've allowed to create...
Will with prayer,
Save them from a fate they've made...
Fades to go away.

Swift the shift seems to have been quick!
Even though messages and messengers sent,
Were treated as if...
They created the foul scent in the air.
A scent addicting to leave few spared.

Many can't get over what time it is.
And how the minds of their 'kids',
Have from them been taken away.
With laws protecting this detriment.
Consenting to a deepened decadence.

Now...
Up in the face the presentation is clear.
So clear the reality of it is disbelieved.
But why?

Messages and messengers sent,
Had warned of these days coming.
Messages and messengers sent,
Were also warned...
Of becoming too offensive.
To be shunned, criticized or both.
With their statements made to make...
An awareness of these days,
Unacceptable and too outrageous to believe.

Well...
What appears that is here but shouldn't.
Could and has arrived to be,
A reality too long ignored.
To have gone overboard as it has.
With a taking away with it,
Too many innocent passengers.

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