Manipulating From Behind Smoked Screens
Did they not,
Choose to make their own beds?
Did they not,
Choose the kind of lives they've led?
Did they not,
Build up attitudes...
To remove themselves from others.
Those they felt would threaten,
Their embellished point of view.
Did they not,
Assemble with one another?
Did they not,
Lie to see themselves succeed.
Did they not,
Squirm when confronted with the truth before them?
Run to hide behind walls they made,
To bleed from their own miseries.
Did they not,
Choose to make their own beds?
Did they not,
Choose the kind of lives they've led?
Did they not,
Build up attitudes...
To remove themselves from others.
Those they felt would threaten,
Their embellished point of view.
Did they not,
Squirm when confronted with the truth before them?
Run to hide behind walls they made,
To bleed from their own miseries.
And they soon will be seen...
As the ones who stalled forward movement,
For others...
By manipulating from behind smoked screens!
And they soon will be seen...
As the ones who stalled forward movement,
For others...
By manipulating from behind smoked screens!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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