Nomads Free Of Self Consciousness

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

There is a place where excuses are made.
And finding fault with others is condoned.
Children are disrespectful...
Hygiene is neglected, disregarded and rejected
And comprehension of it,
Goes unknown!

People defend their ignorance,
And lack of common sense...
With much protest!
Yet wishes to live like this in bliss
Is sick
Accepted
And shown!

Urban indigestion...
Constipates suggestions.
Blocked they are from knowledge
That acknowledges a cultural lost!

Nomads free of self consciousness,
Resisting attempts to fix...
At any cost!
A collective sanity is missing!
And those who know what it takes,
Are seen with their fingers crossed!

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