Requested

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

The more a people are heard,
Routinely groaning to moan...
About being oppressed,
The more they look for it done.
To prove its left effects.
As if requested...
To have the affects of it,
Validated after inspected.

The more evil is sermonized,
From pulpits to describe...
Few are left to deny,
Demonic deeds teased...
Is the reality of life,
Only faith to keep...
With a healthy tithing done,
Weekly...
Will chase away evil.
And God kept to remain pleased.

Yet many confess to say,
That their committed sins...
Won't with prayer go away.
And admitted is their faith.
Whether or not,
Some accuse their belief...
Mocks a doing to be faked.

And although with claims made,
To portray themselves...
Historically oppressed.
Causing their anguish,
Depression...
And constant mental stress.
Seem nowhere to be witnessed,
Around or near their doorsteps.
As much as their volunteered,
Self-depridation.
Tested to manifest and left,
For anyone to inspect...
The presence of it requested.

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