The Main Ingredient

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

We have learned to excuse,
A stirring up of heat done to do.
To then refuse truth as an action taken,
With it to be mentioned...
By anyone fearing they may offend.

'I don't want to bring this up.'
~Then don't.~

We have intentionally over medicated,
On greed and lust and distrustful ways.
But hushed is the doing done,
Since no one wishes to betray.

'The heat can be felt.
~Good. Shut up.~

We don't want to hold ourselves accountable.
Although rush to find someone else to blame.
Someone else to claim,
And shame as being irresponsible.

'May I offer a suggestion? '
~Sure. As long as no one here, hears it.~

And after grinding chaos and conflict,
With it to taste all over the place...
We then perceive our accusations made,
Is deserving to be heard to then be eliminated...
While protesting the loss of benefits,
That continue to diminish the limiting of entitlements...
We are not getting from an ignorance,
Sustained to remain without discipline that represents...
Why a greatness is obtained.

This recipe is outdated.'
~And, your point to make?
Is what? ~

Missing from the mix is the main ingredient.
And very few are aware of it.
A respect for others that reflects it,
Will not result in success.

~Why is it no one seems to understand,
What it is we are trying to do? ~
Perhaps your refusing to include others,
Has resulted in your repeated failures.'
~Do you have any recommendations or suggestions? ~
'No. You take all the credit for this.'

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