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Lawrence S. Pertillar 2947 (Connecticut)

Only those who control,
All and every aspect of the media.
To censor whomever they please to keep,
Truth from revealing it to reach...
Beyond the limits,
Of their kept comfort zones.
Heard to hear spoken or read,
Delusion free.
Will stop to prove,
Allowing to tolerate reality...
For what reality is to appreciate.
Is not what they wish to broadcast.
If not distorted to manipulate.

More are the many,
Becoming purposely subjected these days.
By an ongoing manurability.
Dumped and loaded to pile upon,
The minds of the unconscious.
Following to feed,
Beliefs that others of ethnic diversities.
Have gathered together,
On a crowded road.
Yelling with threats to take back,
That which had been stolen from them.
With sticks, stones...
And their ancestors bones thrown.
To let it be known,
Those who control...
Not only their own divisions to start.
Along with conflicts,
Between themselves to begin.
As well as deepening deficits,
Of an economy to do done to claim...
Those suffering from disparages,
Of all kinds.
Have done this to undermine,
A quality of life.
That now has those in control victimized.
Is nothing but a bunch of donkey doo!
Leaving a stench so offensive,
No fence to build it...
Can prevent the smell from spreading!


'I'm sorry.
Even though you are shouting.
I don't understand,
One word you are saying.
Do you mind removing,
Your oxygen mask?'

'I said...
What difference would it make,
To the ones ignoring...
The effects of climate change?'

'Climate change?
That smell has been getting worse.
And began,
Long before the climate...
Became a discussion.
Still to avoid as a priority!'

What is this,
I had to get a prescription...
To assist my breathing?'

'That I can not say.
But it appears to me,
You have been much closer to it...
Then I hope I will ever be!'

'You must be one of those 'liberal' people.
Always accusing us conservative folks,
Of changing the atmosphere.
For the purpose to serve,
Our own thoughtless self-centeredness!'

'I did not say that.
I am willing to bet,
Your doctor had been a referral.
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Submitted by Lp,jr. on October 09, 2021

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