No Longer Is That Scent Addicting

I've been profiled and monitored.
Suspected for steps I took.
And accused of those,
I lay too fast asleep to make.

Whipped nuts with minds burning up,
Are quickly crushing themselves...
From beliefs they keep unchanged.
Slipping grips on fed delusions.
And rapidly going insane!

I've been profiled and monitored.
Suspected for steps I took.
And accused of those,
I lay too fast asleep to make.

And criticized for living my life.
With judgements made that I was crazed.
But my eyes beheld the decadence and blight...
Those who invited,
While ostracizing the ones they opposed...
Who had been right.
To leave them emotionally abandoned.
While a rejoicing in ignorance...
Excited in the darkest of nights.

Now they fight each other to spite in self hatred!
With accusations made and placed...
Upon me and others of colored face.
And those who sympathize with a guarded pace.

I hear the ones seeking,
And wishing for me to come to their aid.
I hear the voices ask forgiveness.
But how can that be done?
I am not the 'One' who comes to save!
When I,
Like the others...
Have accepted we've been shunned.
The 'gift' the evildoers gave.

I've been profiled and monitored.
Suspected for steps I took.
And accused of those,
I lay too fast asleep to make.

And now I find I am too loyal,
To break away from my own escape!
For a return to a burning...
Once inside me yearning.
But no longer is that scent addicting.

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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