Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar
Out of rhythm is this dance.
An unweaving begins it's shreading,
From the seams.
Dismantling begun is being successfully done.
Accustomed to point fingers.
On distant shores...
When our ancestors were the first ones!
Making slave trade trips.
Insisting others to drift seas to come.
Kept with the thoughts of the past,
Outdated concepts show rust and leaks.
Satisfaction from these days,
Have long faded from craving!
See this structured way of life...
Squeezing every bit of human rights,
With a taste of bitterness,
Inviting united global fights!
And losing sight of peace...
In conflicts without ceasing.
As together we come,
Unto one heap to burn...