Pointing Their Fingers

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

One day...
And not too distant from the future,
Those with brains in their heads...
Will awaken to recognize,
They too have minds to use.
With a doing independently to think.

And not too distant from the future,
Hopefully those still pointing their fingers...
At others,
To have made their own decisions to make,
Will find themselves looking foolish...
While running away being chased,
From mistakes they've made to accuse others.

'Why are they pointing their fingers at us?
And running away? '

~I've been praying,
That will be their last effort to convince others,
We are the ones who have been victimizing them.~

'Should we taunt them?
You know...
Boo and jeer?
To make their claims made look more authentic?
Just standing here to witness this repeatedly,
Gets boring.'

~Tell me about it.
I know the feeling.
It's like getting excited about the circus,
Coming to town.
But the same clowns can be counted upon,
To do the same things.~

Let's boo and jeer them.'

They've been made crazed enough,
By their own self deceptions.
Let's just wave and watch them run,
To find hiding places.
We'll pretend we don't notice they do this,
On an annual basis.
And many onlookers visiting,
Believe they are viewing a parade.~

A parade of fools.
I'm going to buy another hotdog.
You want one? '

But don't put onions on it this time.~

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