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Abandoned Are Those Standards Claimed Valued
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Abandoned Are Those Standards Claimed Valued

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

I remember when contradictions to ideals mentioned,
Were quickly dismissed.
And covered up to immediately hush.
With an ostracizing of those of tarted tongues.
Unafraid to expose what was seen unjustly done.
Long before profits became hot topics.

Well,
It seems today...
Everyone is deviant,
In some kind of inappropriate sexual way.
And in the darkest of closed closets.
With a molesting of minds to confine their deceits.

And to say these dysfunctional disturbing acts,
Have been going on for years behind those backs...
Quick to impose their self righteous 'philosophies' on others.
Denying those decadent touches practiced in private.
And abandoned are those standards claimed valued,
With a devoted faith shown publicly but not to be trusted as stated.

However...
Pure and pristine images are kept dignified to maintain,
With a censoring done to keep those 'ideals' left unblemished.

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When ideals are favored. The truth shall be abandon for things better savored. As it sometimes brings nothing but disgust. A bitter taste you can't get out no matter how hard you try. A spitting upon the pavement until the memories fade. How could we ever allow it. A ignorant denial when know it's going on all the time. A religious belief of the out sight and out of mind. Silence we tell them everything is fine, A justification to investigate things in house, As if their wouldn't be any bias, A dismissive response to anyone speaks up. It didn't happen. You now have to leave because we have found nothing to substantiate your accusations, With you gone so will be the problem. But the root never being pulled it will resurface again and again, It something that we can not defend. Their nothing so righteous in existence. That we should completely ignore something so wrong. We can't stain such a precious name. Letter etched upon history. Read it out aloud and be proud of what he was. Never mind what occurred under his rule. Such is the clout of fame.
A poem for our time. The exposing of hypocrisy well written. Thanks for sharing


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