No Matter Which Fingers Are Pointed

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

Listening with a comprehension,
That observes with a focus upon the times...
We have been living in.
With an involvement free from revolving pretexted...
Or pretenced activities subjected to proper etiquette,
And political correctness to address as an objective...
Has aided in the manifesting,
Of that which many will not or can not accept.

However...
All of that which appears AND is,
Had to have had the approval of those now too embarrassed...
To admit,
The existence of it grew from their implementation...
No matter which fingers are pointed in what direction.

Listening with a comprehension,
That observes with a focus upon the times...
We have been living in.
With an involvement free from revolving pretexted...
Or pretenced activities subjected to proper etiquette,
And political correctness to address as an objective...
Has aided in the manifesting,
Of that which many will not or can not accept.

No matter which fingers are pointed in what direction.

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