Lawrence S. Pertillar 1947 (Connecticut)
Taking something away,
To know it wrong.
And to one who takes,
Knows this to take...
Does with them not belong.
Makes the doing of it wrong.
Wrong is wrong.
A taking away from anyone,
Without their knowledge...
Or consent of it given.
In many conscious minds,
Familiar with using common sense.
This theft they would consider as stealing.
And the doing of this,
Could cause intense resentment.
With a feeling of intended contemptment.
Vitimizing descendants of deceivers.
Who are taught to believe,
Taking away from others...
To then declare ownership of it.
Is as natural as breathing.
Or relieving oneself.
When Mother Nature demands of this!
That which is coveted,
From others purposely done to do or not.
Returns an ongoing grief.
Regardless of the weapons used,
By the thieves.
The same thieves,
Defending themselves from each other.
Addicted to feast upon greed selfishly!
'Excuse our interrupting your picnic.
Why are you people,
As if not to notice we are in need,
Of your assistance.'
Wassup? What's happening?'
We need your assistance,
To save us from disaster.
And the threatening of death,
To our precious entitlements.'
By 'you' people.
You actually mean 'them'?
And the 'we' to be 'they'?
'Us' of the them and they people.
Can this be discussed at another time.
There has been this misunderstanding.'
We've been understanding you,
Is this about the oxtails or the hamhocks?'
'You notice we were licking our fingers.
And the smell of them,
You could not resist.
Nor the collard greens.
Deep dish peach pie.
Or the potato salad.
With a hint of diced roasted red peppers.
And a quick wink of celery seeds.
Now If you wanted a taste just ask.
Do not think for one minute,
You are going to walk away,
With my grandmother's recipe in hand.
Then declare it is your creation.
That ain't happening!
What do you take us for,
Easy to forgive gospel singers?'
No no no.
We are needing your assistance,
To help defend ourselves...
From each other
Some of us can't see eye to eye,
As to who amongst us...
Qualifies to decide a making of decisions,
Should be leader.
That wrong is wrong gone on too long.'
GOD? DON'T DO THIS.
You want us, the them of they,
To help you do...WHAT?
Defend you from yourself?
With promises we will have,
Our own fried chicken franchise?'
'And then what?
Accuse us of destroying your way of life?'
'Only until we gain power.
Then after that anything promised,
A power to do what?'
'A power to have us believe,
We can be rulers of the Universe.'
Too unbelievable to believe its belief.
Who ever would have believed to accept,
The much loved circus...
That came in early Spring.
No longer around us comes to town.
When will it dawn on you people.
Wrong is wrong.
And will never belong,
In a democracy depending to survive...
On the ethnic diversity of all its citizens.
Especially the praying patriotic ones.'
'Yeah, yeah whatever we get that.
Gone are the clowns, we agree.
Are you going to help us or not?
Like I...I mean we said to commit it done.
Whatever is promised to remember it...
Will be given thought,
With a giving it negotiating possibilities!'
You promise to remember,
It was 'Us' together.
That secured 'your' win?'
Do I...I mean we.
Look as if I...we would lie to deceive?'
Submitted by lpahtillah on February 12, 2022
Modified by lpahtillah on February 12, 2022
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