Whores Of A Disposal Culture Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Why would a people willfully give away
Bits and pieces of a heritage so rich and timeless...
Or become isolated and indifferent
As to not prepare for their own survival?

Why would a people playfully disregard,
Foundations of strength those unrelated
Claim as their own?
Even prostitutes have a price,
For services not rendered!

Can it be no one sees,
The whores of a disposable culture?
Uniting to release idle pleasures,
Giving away treasures...
Ancestors from the cradle of life,
Sought to keep within the family? !

Why would a people willfully give away
Bits and pieces of a heritage so rich and timeless...
Or become isolated and so indifferent
As to not prepare for their own survival?

Hiding behind the social ills of desperate times,
Masked and hard to find...
And yet not regretting signs that warn of quicksand,
Are the whores of a disposable culture.
Hip hopped,
And drugged out...
As a fading society,
Supplies upon demand!