Can I Get A Witness? Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

If people are not reading...
That does not mean,
A comprehension is not welcomed.

If they are not feeding,
From beliefs...
They too are qualified,
To allow thinking to be done!

And as this ignorance is toasted and spread...
By some who are fed,
They can only achieve by keeping suppression,
Dealt to those oppressed instead.
A lowered standard of life...
Lowers below that of a flower bed.
And an acceptance only blooms,
A stench to climb like vines on fences.
Getting the attention,
Of hard thickened heads!

'Some fools can't see,
Their outlooks can be foolish.
When they perceive,
Themselves kings and queens.
And when they become,
Stung by all their madnesss...
They choose to speed up,
Their own suffering! '

Let us sway with the rhythm.
In dimmed lighting, please.

'Some fools can't see,
Their outlooks can be foolish! '

That's right...
Lower the lights.

'When they perceive,
Themselves as kings and queens.'

Pass the crumbs to those humming.

'When they become,
Stung by all their madness.'

Can I get a witness?

'They choose to speed up,
Their own suffering! '

Boo hoo
Boo hoo
Boo
Hoo
Hoooooo.
Bah dah dah boo hoo...

'Some fools can't see,
Their outlooks can be foolish.'
Bah dah dah boo hoo...

'When they perceive,
Themselves kings and queens.'
Bah dah dah boo hoo...

'And when they become,
Stung by all their madnesss.'
Bah dah dah boo hoo...

'They choose to speed up,
Their own suffering! '

Boo hoo
Boo hoo
Boo
Hoo
Hoooooo.

Boo hoo
Boo hoo
Boo
Hoo
Hoooooo.