They Are Where They Are
They are where they are,
by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Without exceptions, excuses...
Tears produced to empathize their alibis.
Or ideals bought to barter, sell or later be sold...
To pass off to others their problems presented,
But unable to solve.
They are where they are.
And needless it is to argue over the thickness of intent.
They are where they are with kept dependency on beliefs,
That a feeding on continued deceptions will provide rememdies.
And with their fingers crossed,
A freeing of them from mental bondage will happen.
Until that delusion one day comes to actually occur 'if' everrr,
They will stay to remain offended...
By any aspect of truth heard to exist, introduced or mentioned.