We Continue To Protest

We continue to protest against,
A doing to not accept...
Consciously done to ourselves.

And we continue to elect,
Those making promises to improve...
Steps we have taken,
To undo neccessary changes needed made.
With the recycling of the same fears.
Some are afraid their comfort zones,
Will from them disappear.

We continue to protest against,
A doing to not accept...
Consciously done to ourselves.

We request and demand,
With perceived beliefs to misunderstand...
Different leaders to pick to represent our interest,
Can only deliver what we to them present.
To then resent, we do too often,
A listening to a list of familiar repeated promises.

Our quality of life slips further into darkness.
Even under candlelight,
Many run from the sight...
Of their own unidentified shadows that follow.
Knowing ourselves,
Would be our greatest achievement.

And yet...
We are made collectively to not admit,
What reflects is a doing...
Of our own lack of commitment.
Or a kept refusing to acknowledge this.
While investing in denial,
In the hope it remains maintained.

We continue to protest.
But what is needed more,
Is knowing when to put our mouths at rest.
With a using our ears to hear and comprehend,
Who initiated our difficulties.
And why...if this is believed...
Our attention given is more on placing blame.
Than it is on stopping the playing of this game.
With a making of steps to cement them that way.
To then make claims progress is made to stay.

But we, as a people, continue to protest,
Someone else prevents...
Us from being convinced.

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Comments (2)

Yes, only not as easy to pronounce as bagel.
Funny, rich ('who trick themselves daily') and sweet. I like it.