Higher Ground

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

No.
You are wrong.
I make no attempts,
To criticize your standards...
Of a lifestyle you prize.
Not I.
My eyes do not hide,
Jealousy as a motive.

However...
The fallout occurring,
That you believe I should endure...
Does pollute the fresh air,
I remembered once there...
Before your campaign began,
To rid the atmosphere...
Of corrupted beliefs!

Had I known...
You practiced deceit,
I would have kept my feet moving...
To higher ground.

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