The Meltdown

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

Slow are the effects,
Is an accepted meltdown.
Approved with hopes it stops,
Descending to further drop...
Deceptions to delude.
And shocking those refusing,
Truth.
As rescuers arrive.
Yet...
The heat of false beliefs,
Continue to keep deceivers...
And those deceived,
Unwilling to end denials...
They've been taught to protect.

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